The wayward spirit

Confined to the body,

And to the mind,

Trying to behave

For the sake of the breath that’s been given.

Many oftens, it follows the line,

But the rare is always around the corner.

The wayward spirit,

Infamous and unpredictable,

It takes the rough turn

Even if what’s ahead can’t yet reach the eyes.

Wayward spirit, worship is your worth;

If nothing about this life charms,

Your panic striking wise turns,

Makes this breath, this life worth.