Doodles of the Insane

Untraceable , between the capricious extremes of mood, among the fluctuating variations of life, Something,that I call precious, lives .. Lost , in the mystifying mazes of time, on the universal path to Death, Something, that I call precious, lurks .. Living , with the omnipresent confusions of the heart, in the delirious illusions of the mind, Something, that I call precious, slowly dies .. Something that means nothing to you & everything to me.. It is something, that I can't explain, & you can't understand.. Its my Soul ..