I Sold My Soul To The Universe
Gazing a stare to the man who sold the world
I realised then, my soul was already sold to the universe
A place where the future is already told
To a being who drinks the spirits of children who already know.
We think we are free
Like the crow feasting on death
Like a cow grazing in the field
Drunk on vivid chartreuse blades of nourished lush.
We think too much
We dream of a world free from cupidity
All we want is a moment of opportunity
Gorged on feelings of trust
Which can never be too much.
Tricked by an offering to be everything of want
Selling souls seemed easy enough
While entering a world offering way too much.
With no way out
Beyond an unfamiliar realm
All we can do is pretend.
The universe awaits my return
But what will I look like without no soul?
A burden of overwhelming concern.
Only one man knows,
The man who sold the world.
Photo by Alexander Andrews