Do you know what’s really rather irritating? At half two this morning I had the bones of a poem rattling around in my brain.
Unfortunately, said brain was also in agony so coherent writing skills were nonexistent. Now I’ve lost bits of the poem.
It went something like this though:
Got soul. What soul?
What is a ‘soul’?
Memories and tragedies living still
Laughter and pain.What is a ‘soul’?
Wit and thoughts embroiled eternally
Heart and mind.What is a ‘soul’?
Everything Is Better With Dragons 