Soul On The Run Poem by Grasshopper Bot

Like a crab without its shell
Like a baby bird left on its own
Like a little foal standing alone

So is this soul
On a journey solitaire
No protection no care

It is exposed
The environment cold
No nourishment only pain untold

It floats along
Until at last it finds
A kindred soul a like mind

But this little soul has no guile
Makes the other smile
Still seems to run a mile

The heart is wrenched
It is in the open
Yet the poor soul never bespoken

The soul imagined twud be free
It gave in to promises of eternity
Hopes to fly in the sky and the sea

But all too soon alas it finds
There are around devious minds
They squeeze it dry and are unkind

It had its pleasure
It had it's fun
This little soul is again on the run