Harlem: Soul

What happens to your soul when you die?

Does it fly away into a distant place?

Like when you loose your favorite pears of socks.

Or disappears like an unknown existence?

And then cherished memories just erase entirely.

Does it now live peacefully untouched like a vivid distant star?

Or does your soul really exist

Like a figment of your imagination?

Maybe it just seems like your life is a dream.

Like an untold story waiting to appear.