Somewhere in this life..............
........................ is what's called
the sea of souls.................................

.................. drifting.....

...in a endless effort..................
............to find salvation within. . .

it can be a plague
from generation to generation. . .
yielding to any hope
derived from
a mindstate of despair. . .
to be born
with an unadulterated peace. . .
it becomes an affliction
to grasp the real. . .

the real's a virtual trip
to find the way
of filling the void in one's soul. . .
until such time
the soul
shall be adrift
for not a thousand years.