Faith

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I thought about my soul believing it has my back,
my front, my up and down, in-between.

By walking, I've considered whether I've been on track,
or was I simply living a dream?

The left side of my brain right now has gone into shock!
As logic cannot get past this gate.
The right side of my brain is standing there, on the dock. An oath of it's allegiance still remains.

I'm looking down a line of pencils, all coloured green, although I know the lead remains grey.
A ream of paper lazes, it is almost obscene!
We both know there is something to say.

So, do I print a word and write a message or two?
Or do I stay unheard like many folk often do?

Prefer to catch my soul as it has come into play,
good health to you on St Patrick's Day!.

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