Chapter Eleven - by Zenitheus

I seek the moment in all its vapour
The feeling to not know
To be unsure
The riddle of each sentence
Nothing less
Neither more
A need to nurture
An ache to LOVE
AN ABUNDANT want
For the worLd aBove
I awake in myself
To live a life full of emotion
And in every experience
I give pure devotion
I feel the need to create
The urge to produce
But at times I go wild
I let go
I get loose

Is that such an ill fated
Way for my end?
To not be myself
To be fake or pretend?

One day when the horse
Comes to take me to death

I'll always have love in my final
Last breath...
My last smile
My last thought
my last need to be whole

It's all that I sought, and
That's the meaning of soul.