My Soul and Yours

Souls of us are here but where are they before
In what place did they await, and where are more.
Is sentientism something we think or is it born.
Are we us when we come out, or are we forlorn.
Are we just a sum of what we learn.
Or is our soul already amidst the life we burn.
Are we or aren't we.
Were we us and are we us for eternity.
I think about it, the infinity of it all.
Existence is something for each of has to make that call.
Whether you choose the strict adherence to religion.
Or the fee lifestyle of a godless heathen.
We cannot make the choice for others not even our own.
We can only make it for us, alone.

Submitted: April 06, 2012

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