If our souls were open sockets That connect us to creator God Our realities would be mere chargeless particles Reluctant to feed from the Source Because we donβt care What our realities must feel like That is the reason why when I say You are free You go away like a wind freed from a seasonβs chamber And blame me for standing still where I was Who will know that I stayed where I was Because I wanted to collect My soul oozing out of the open socket That the creator God has sent my way That I wanted my realities to be In the form of the Love that I wanted to love you Those tales that I told you Where not out of the blue But my dreams about us My hopes and expectations Our togetherness remains Like a story untold In the depths somewhere In the open socket that smiles At me with helplessness.