To be home

My soul, it is of origins unknown

Of planets, stars and constellations alone

And yet on Earth I am nothing before you 

How is it you have stripped me of my wants and desires and my ego too?

So tell me wary soul,

How is it you have become home for me?

I have spent eons wandering the planes of existence

How is it you're still not meant for me ?

-to be with you is home unspoken, therefore I will take it with everything I got. In turn I will leave you with all I am.

So cease to be, strip me inside out . If souls are meant to wander like us, let us never burn out.