soul.

products of our circumstances,
or at least that’s what they say. 
but what are we born with
that they can’t take away? 
is it only our exterior
and internal D.N.A? 
and everything else
can get molded like clay? 

can it change day by day?
fuck, do we even get a say? 
what does it even mean
to have it “your way”?

i want to believe 
there’s something else.
something beyond
something that remains
just as we came
into this world 
with no choice or say. 
something that’s ours
and can’t change in anyway. 

it isn’t tangible,
much like faith. 
but if it exists
i hope mine is okay. 


Posted by Vic Lee
my brain spits jargon out in different ways. words. photos. doodles.
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