SOUL RECYCLED II
Should I believe my essence shall persist
When my live body will no more exist,
And may decide to take another turn
At life, perhaps for credits it may earn
In that dim realm we call Eternity,
A place of everlasting constancy?
For here on Earth there’s always flux and change,
And here, at least, we have a chance to grow
Through what our varied ventures may bestow.
So yes, I shall believe that my life now
Is one of many the Cosmos will allow
Until at last I’ve truly figured out
The meaning of it all beyond a doubt.