THE FLOATING SOUL

The heart never understands the soul, the soul runs miles far from the mind.

The mind ties the body into the farthest chambers of solitude,

and we always vacillate in the middle  because,

we are the floating soul.

We are told to float and see where we land,

with vagueness we don't see beyond the glitter and depth of murky desires.

Seeking answers in the hollow eyes, searching solace in inky hearts;

we vacillate in the middle and we remain the floating soul.

The time is empty, yet again, and in the mystery of desires

walking over the velvety carpet of clouds, 

we live the dream of our lifetime.

Yet, we vacillate in the middle;

We are the floating soul.