David Roth
Spacesuits
On the day we're born our soul is placed inside a special spacesuitAn amazing thing of flesh and bones, of fibers, tubes and cellsEach one a different shape and size, and many different colorsAnd it lets us move about the earth with other types of shellsAstounding as it seems, this suit is built to last a lifetimeThough the measure of a lifetime seems to change from soul to soulSome will last for many years and others but a momentBut each suit has been assembled with a purpose and a goalThe control box of this special suit's located in three placesAnd at any given time there's always one that takes the leadCausing all the other parts to follow blindly without questionAs it tries to give the soul the things it needsThe head or brain will analyze environmental inputUsing logic, rhyme and reason to devise the body's planThe groin, much on the other hand, will travel on its instinctHooking one suit to another when it canBut somewhere in the middle lies the greatest, grandest featureOften acting as the liaison, connecting part to partIt's the auricle of destiny, the pulse of life, the centerIt's the thing we have in common called the heartThe heart, which does so many things, is molded by experienceLetras de cancionesIt starts out very opened up and warm and soft and kindDepending on the circumstance, it stays that way or changesAs it grapples with the groin and with the mindThe mind might try to hide the heart, the shrewd homo-erectusConstructing extra layers of protection and defenseBut often this gets in the way and doesn't help connect usSo the groin steps in to try and recompenseBut somewhere in the middle lies the greatest, grandest featureOften acting as the liaison, connecting part to partIt's the auricle of destiny, the pulse of life, the centerIt's the thing we have in common called the heartOn the day we die, though I'm not sure, it's open for discussionBut I believe the spacesuit has fulfilled its Earthly choreProviding home and shelter for the fragile human spirit'Til the time when it's not needed any moreThen the soul will find another suit, it's kind of like recyclingAnd though the lessons of the mind and groin aren't lost along the routeIt's when we've learned to speak and listen firstly from the heartThat our souls won't need these suits to move aboutSomewhere in the middle lies the greatest, grandest featureIt's the auricle of destiny, connecting part to partNo sweeter music ever came from any kind of organAs the one we have in common called the heart
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