A drifting soul
A drifting soul Chooses-wandering
Its own facade-inspecting
It passes over each-searching
Their loving arms Protruded-hoping
But Neither has a choice-knowing
The soul is Snatched-cleverly
And Thrust into open arms
Swallowed by the Call of duty
It awakes with new eyes-wondering
Striving to Learn-fighting
Regretting the Knowledge gained-cursing
Living for no other reason but that they Do-continuing
As is the Curse of human life-aimless
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world