We talk of souls
And worlds of beyond
And the mind wonders
“What souls are beyond me?”

Could it be fairytales
Hiding in the gems of trees?
Or is it gods
Playing Sims joyfully?
Are those monsters hiding under the bed,
Or Atlas letting you rest your head?

What could be out there,
In the galaxies,
In the planes?
Or are we alone,
In this giant cosmic game?