Have you ever wondered?
The way your soul ponders.
How it goes behind things,
The one that it likes.

Sometimes, you are caught between indeed;
What it likes and what it dislikes.
Sometimes it craves more,
And sometimes it just ignores.

Isn’t it strange to see it like this?
But the best is yet to begin.
It knows that it might hurt,
Still, it’s eager to take a chance and board.

Sometimes it loves its freedom,
And other times wants to be caged in love.
The pumping of the heart isn’t normal,
If a thrust is what it has caused.

Still, it keeps pushing,
Until it finds what it is hunting.
The way dreams turn into a reality,
Might be there is a hand of this theory.

The soul might not be loud as our mind,
Yet has its voice that constantly triggers our mind.
It guides and directs us,
To reach the destination we all must abide.
It’s a matter of fact that might is always right.