Animus Meus

My soul, you can never seize,

It's mine. Behold, freeze,

In this cacophonous world,

My soul is my own, only mine,

And as pure as a shrine.

If you've come to get it,

Fear the God, despond,

Or else,

Your own might refuse to respond,

I've my tongue, my thoughts,

I've my seas, my boats.

My thoughts have a world of their own,

Where the seeds of utopia have been sown,

Don't heckle,

Fear the God, despond,

Or else,

Your own might refuse to respond –

You'll be left, bereft,

Waiting,

Languishing over,

You'd have sold your soul,

But, I, as says Invictus,

"I am the master of my fate,

I am the captain of my soul."