A single soul among many...
Struggling against the pushing desires of the engulfing mob.
Searching for a chance to break free,
To induce the life that he needs.
A single soul among many...
Enters the throng with known purposes,
and becomes one with it.
The water flows over his soul and he barely lives.
The drowning water of the other side's essence
barely leaves room for breath.
He discovers the core of his soul,
The single pulsating, vibrant core
and suckles energy from it,
like a newborn baby feeding from his mother's breast.
He feeds and feeds
focusing his entire being on that core,
until he is full yet once again,
breaking free from the shackles that hold him into this existence.
He flies on the knowledge of his empowerment,
relishing the other dimensional view.
Until a well placed negative thought
ambushes him from behind,
and the clanging of shackles closing over his soul yanks him back to the old world.
He has to reteach himself the old ways.
An endless cycle, each time
he flies higher and longer,
each time harder then the last.