With every exhale it escapes.
With every inhale, it returns.
It fills and expands to the point
where my toes reach my shoes,
and leaves each time my eyes open.
My heartbeat is the hand knocking,
searching for my mind which
has wandered with my soul.
Over hills of faith they walk,
through the river of disbelief
and into the land of the unknown.
Then my soul returns, just me
had left my mind to hover there
to figure things, alone.
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