The shifting presence of your soul still lingers..
I can her the tapping of your annoyed fingers..
The walking on the ceiling and the nervous clatter
and all the other relevant things that seem to matter...
The hovering around us when your there.
How sometimes you somehow show that you care.
The gust of air in a closed room.
The presence that always seems to loom.
The feeling like your not really alone
but your never really away unless your shone.
You have to listen and you can hear
the messages of the ones you held dear..
They still love you and they always will
and they always will and they do still.
You can never forget the ones you care for
and for that you can never prove more.
You can always say your a non believer
but reality is the one true deceiver.
We can't believe what we can't feel
and we love to say things aren't real.
Souls are real, to doubt means a fool
but then again, they don't teach soul's in school..
To find your soul and who you are is a hard find
since the answer dwells deep in your mind..
Why am I here, what is this mission to live life?
Should we waste it on a husband or wife?
Should we give into the whole love game?
Where the only thing we have is to gain?

01/14/2002

Posted on 01/14/2002
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