Uncontrollable Soul

I lie awake and ask, what is a soul?

A gift we’re given as we leave the womb?

A part of me that I cannot control?

Some nights I lie, (the sky as black as coal,

the inky darkness penetrates the room)

I lie awake and ask, what is a soul?

And of what shape, this soul? An empty hole?

Is it a visceral and smoky bloom,

this part of me that I cannot control?

As others bid goodbye to day, I stroll

down empty streets and on into the gloom.

I lie awake and ask, what is a soul?

Instead of sleep, it’s shadows I patrol,

within them seeking answers to consume

this part of me that I cannot control.

Like waves around me, question start to roll.

While others sleep as dawn begins to loom,

I lie awake and ask, what is a soul?

A part of me that I cannot control.