A promise to the soul

When I am alone and

I let my thoughts run wild 

I become an explorer 

Of the unknowns realms of this soul

I speak to it

And ask for its wish 

And,

It asks for detachment from the worldly things 

From materiality 

From mortality 

I promise this to it 

But it's rather tough to fulfill

You see, 

Things could be detached from 

You're not born with it 

And certainly you can die without it 

But relations........

You come with it 

And you take them with you 

Are these mortals or immortals then?!

Uncertain this seems 

You know you've met them 

But that was another form 

Today it is another 

Do you detach with it?!

I don't know

Maybe not 

Otherwise, we all wouldn't have met this time 

In this way 

That our lives became so interconnected 

I guess the hint is 

You come with them in any form 

But if you leave them on a good note 

You're probably on the right path 

That's also what's ought to be done 

I guess that's what the soul asks for!!!