Existential Cry of the 21st Century Soul

 

Dry soul
Dull soul
Simply mundane, daily soul

Sitting on a bed soul

Watching TV

Dead soul

Meant for higher things soul

Wanting to take wing soul

To shed the bed

The dry, the dull

Leave the screens and leave this hull

Rise above the body

The house and sky

Into orbit now I fly

Looking down 

With fresher eyes

Life is beauty, life is time

Life is pain and life is

Why?
Life is perspective

Life is sublime

Life is tenuous

Life is mire

I wish that I could linger here

Twirl with planets

Without fear

But fall, descend, embody

I must

For up here there's no chance of purpose

So may I expend

My soul as the seed

Spending self to produce feed

Of love and help and kindly word

Less and less I raise my sword

Lord, make it beautiful

Help it count for something