For the myths say,
Once the soul leaves a body,
It enters a form to become somebody,
Depending on the good deeds done,
The soul gets its form ready,
To start another life with steady,
This goes on until the lifespan ends,
And the soul is given another form in turns,
If ever this happens with me,
I would love to be a bird you see,
Or the most adorable dog one can be,
Not a human again please,
Cause hurt and betrayal is hard to ease,
Mankind the most unkind,
Its pretty easy to define,
The greed and creed,
Of this human breed,
Most vicious plotting its needs,
On this earth as we all sow our seeds,
Then taken down by the overgrown weeds...
©sim
Scribbling thoughts.
