Surrounded By Souls Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

I'm in touch with the thought, the idea's in my mind,
This fleeting dream, doesn't leave me behind.

I need to hold on, to these glimpses of pure life,
To bypass the confusion, the agony, the strife.

The simple life is there, just there, now gone,
Between the bursts of light, I think I'm alone.

But alone in the sense of being comfortable with me,
Not lost in a desert of all that I see.

But now I feel that I'm not alone at all,
The world's full of souls, I just need to call.