J's Musings

An energy was given shape,

And my soul came to being,

A bit of dirt and air was mixed with water to make a container,

The container was the shape of the soul,

The soul was inserted into the container,

And the container lived,

The soul is now long forgotten,

All that matters is the glamour of the container,

The soul no more matters and it is lost.

It has left the container,

Making it lifeless,

The soulless, lifeless container now searches for its soul.

Maybe someday the soul will be found,

And the container will find life,

But till then,

I shall continue to look for my container,

And hope I will matter when found.