Crilly

My soul is my soul; nothing less, nothing more. Not the sky, not the earth, no, not a single metaphor! My soul is not a fire, burning with passion, My soul is not the ocean in any form or fashion. My soul is not the dark abyss of space, Nor is it the smile on a happy face. My soul is not an ice cream cone on a summer's day, Or any of the crazy things that you might say! My soul is not a "timeless train station," For nothing of that sort runs through my imagination. My soul is not a "winding, endless path," Nor the "raging seas" with all its wrath. No, not a storybook that ends "happily ever after," Or the sound of a child's merri