The Soul.

Wishes driven to wonder

Words drilled on paper

The  I remained  alone

The learning was

Written in rebirth

Of that which created a light

Where memories were  raised

In which a life become a life

The I could not be any

It had voice of none

The words  to it came in slow

They could make and build

To study and learn

For  days and for nights

One after another

Sustenance was the content

The content was the escalator to be built

To be integrated

The I identified it

Answered by a process

The process a devotion

To think and to choose what

And through it

The soul was then created.