
I let my soul
Slip out
And it floated
Like balloons
Toward the sky
And I cried
Because
It didn’t even
Linger
Didn’t care
To say goodbye
And that
Is the story
Of my life

I let my soul
Slip out
And it floated
Like balloons
Toward the sky
And I cried
Because
It didn’t even
Linger
Didn’t care
To say goodbye
And that
Is the story
Of my life
But sometimes, we can only, set our souls, free, even if we know that, it will, hurt us, like, crazy…
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What does a soul know
Floating high and free
Of the limitations of
The material self
Stuck behind
Held by gravity
And worldly things
And that a “Goodbye”
Is even a thing to do?
Or, is it trying to show
How free it wants
All of you to be
And come along?
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Peekaboo! I see you!
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