I crawl up this wall
To find a window somewhere
And sly away immediately
Cause it was locked.

But I wonder
What if it was open
Would I discern
This unrecognisable void.

Would I find the centroid
Of my soul
That has answers to my existence
And those pestering questions.

Would I canvass each thought
And protect each memory
Edged in that wall
That I perhaps may call soul.

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I always wondered what I would define my soul as. So I tried my hand at writing it down. I try and find my soul inside me, within me and enchanted in me.