There is significance to the broken state that we possess
Cracked and corrupted, imperfect.
It's easy to tell how flawed someone is by the way they attempt to hide it.
An expected irony.
If you look between the cracks, you could see our soul;
afraid, confused, sad, amused.
Somehow, just as free to slip through our cracks and dissipate,
the same soul is unable to free itself from its living attire.
Like a phone to a battery,
A soul has no value without experience.
A vessel eventually halts meaning without a soul.
Everything has a means for something, but not everything has a soul.

We are the link to the soul.