An Interest in Soul

A window

Those things we call the eyes

Do they truly show the world our soul?

Or do we hide it?

That thing that makes us

Us

That spark, that light

I see it only sometimes

Is a soul something we create?

Or is it given to us?

When we are small and young

Innocent to the world

This soul

Does it have weight?

Or is it only here

Because we think it so?

A soul

A personality

Are they the same thing?

Or are they different?

These question

Swirling in my mind

Keep me from sleep

I cannot close my eyes