A drifting soul

A drifting soul Chooses-wandering
Its own facade-inspecting

It passes over each-searching

Their loving arms Protruded-hoping

But Neither has a choice-knowing

The soul is Snatched-cleverly

And Thrust into open arms

Swallowed by the Call of duty

It awakes with new eyes-wondering
Striving to Learn-fighting
Regretting the Knowledge gained-cursing
Living for no other reason but that they Do-continuing

As is the Curse of human life-aimless