Is there a soul
Is there a soul
Somewhere inside this hollow
Is there a soul
Which beautiful dreams do follow
Is there something new
Or is it rotting underneath
pretty sighting only few
Can see, if they heed
Is it a wishful thinking
To find a true self
Cause in the end
There is no- true self
It's a fragment of past
An essence of tomorrow
Held on by the present
Shaped by your sorrow
As if time is your soul
Its ever changing
It can bring you down so low
Or up to the clouds hanging
What if there's no true in you
Nothing false in empty space
Flowers that grow beside willow
can fill up the open space
Is there a soul inside
Or is it filled by emptiness
That carry my and your words
Despite our shakiness
What if it's a blank canvas
That is beautiful on its own
But it's true nature
If Only by time is shown
What if there is a whole universe
Of melody and tears
Voices of far and beyond
Trapped in this vessel
Is there a soul
underneath the covers
or something ever changing
not fixed and not shackled
Maybe
You can be whoever you are
Whoever you will be
No need for labels
to close off what to see
There is no me that's forever
No you for eternity
All to be changed together
For that is, our destiny.
fin
Illustration: kellas campbell
inspiration: existencial crisis number idc
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