My soul
My soul sounds like a place in the country
Where no one has ever been
The crickets are chirping
And its drizzling rain over the lake
My soul looks like a beach
Water bluer than the finest paint
Sand like fine silk
My soul feels like a fuzzy blanket
On a bone chilling day
My soul sees a blank Canvas
Waiting to be filled with the world
My soul has been seen by my fears
My soul moves like a ghost
Quickly and silently
Not stopped by anything
Gliding above the ground
My soul knows Questions
But no answers
My soul wonders why I’m here
My soul wishes that I knew what I wanted