Psyche Awareness

This instrument performs in my heart, instant in easing my troubles.

This element is celebrated by me because it was not donated nor created.

This thing brings all of us together as brothers and sisters, even in bad weather. 

 Deep down we all have it, asleep in our hearts silently waiting to leap to us in a great heap.

Lonely on an island only proves how valuable this mechanism is to my activism and egoism.

This device plays dice with my life, choosing what afterlife I strive to accomplish.

 This tool misleads my mind and feeds it with seeds of good deeds to carry out to humanity.

This instrument, element, mechanism and tool are my soul; my soul is my whole for survival.