What is the role of my immortal soul
In this game of life, in my mind?
Heeded or not, it influences thought,
A bystander we try hard to sideline.
Tied down,enmeshed, by duty,and gender–
Keeper of my conscience, a nurse attender.
Why did it give up the enormous thrill
Of wandering the space-time trail at will?
Shutting down higher functions until
It’s just a presence ,very small and still.
Was it a longing for rest and sleep–
Sinking into the unthinking deep
Of our illogical Earth?!