But if you let your soul go? Let it wander? Would it eventually come home to you? Was it like love in that sense? A thing you had to set free to experience? Even to encounter?
But if you let your soul go? Let it wander? Would it eventually come home to you? Was it like love in that sense? A thing you had to set free to experience? Even to encounter?
“As I walk’d by my self
And talk’d to my self,
My self said unto me,
Look to thy self,
Take care of thy self,
For nobody cares for thee.
I answer’d my self,
And said to my self,
In the self-same repartee,
Look to thy self
Or not look to thy self,
The self-same thing will be.”
Anonymous | “King William the Third to Himself”