thrive

If we won't respect the soul
That flutters in the wind
One may never see themselves
In essence or within

Yet within may come and go
As lovers pass one by
And delve into the utter depths
Of castles in the sky

And from the sky one looks below
To a caper yet to play
Where poets and philosophers
Have so much more to say

They write and they will theorise
About the life they’re in
And wonder if they’ll live beyond
And shed more than their skin

And if they do – well – what then
A new life born to thrive
Or same as old (to make the most)
One thinks (and feels) alive