Response to C. McKay (I Know My Soul)
I know my soul, yet seems no one else does,
It isn’t just that they don’t know my soul,
But they have no interest to know their own.
I’m yet to meet one person who has plucked
Their soul out of its secret place and thus,
Attempted to comprehend, not control,
The big picture in which they play a role,
It would be nice to relate, to discuss.
I know I see a part and not the whole,
And if my sign cannot be fully read,
Perhaps I’m meant to be walking alone.
And in my solitude, I’m comforted
By this narcotic thought: I know my soul.