My soul

I hope that this is what happens to you too when you are reffering to this matter.

My soul is a labyrinth
with many puzzles,
which I can not describe
with words.

It is like echo,
when you can not hear it.
It is like trees,
when they are not green.

But you know,
wherever you go,
it is here,
between your heart
and your brain
keeping the balance.

My soul is a labyrinth
with many puzzles,
which I can not describe
with words.