my soul feels at home
when you’re around
but how crazy must I sound?

I see a lot of signs
and I wonder,
why is your soul
so familiar to mine?

maybe we’ve already met
in another life, at another time
maybe that’s why, so hard, I try

I beg the universe to show me the path
I know how to count my blessings,
but I’m bad at maths

I tell my soul story
in an empty room, 
a huge auditory

I beg for a single listener
my thoughts made me a prisoner

I’m trapped in this journey
some days it might be stormy

but the beautiful moments,
the ones I capture
they are very much needed
for my manufacture

so I might be a work in progress
but I write these words off my chest,
I sit down and I confess

your soul is familiar to mine
I can’t ignore it nor decline

and I came to tell you
my soul story
even if you’re not
sitting in the auditory

because I’m not made of fear,
I’m full of glory.

- gio, 09.05.2020