THE OUTSOURCING OF MY SOUL.

I'M CALLING TO SEE WHERE I HAVE OUTSOURCED MY MORALS , DIGNITY,AND MOST OF ALL MY DREAMS. MY SOUL SEEMS TO BE A BARNACLED VESSEL; THAT HAS SAILED THE SEVEN SEAS ON MANY A JOURNEY AND HAS SEEN SO MANY PORTS. THE VESSEL HAS ARRIVED TO AN EMPTY PIER AND THE WELCOME BITTERSWEET. I LOOK UPON THE TURQUOISE SEA; AND THE REFLECTION I SEE IS SLIGHTLY BLURRED BUT BEHIND THE  REFLECTION OF ME; I SEE AN INNOCENT YOUTH WITH EYES OF  PUREST BLUE. I SEE THIS CHILD AND HE SLOWLY DRIFTS WITH THE TIDE AS A WAVE WASHES BOTH OF US INTO FLOTSAM UPON THE DESERTED SHORE. 

HAVE I SOLD OUT MY DREAMS FOR MEDIOCRITY.HAVE I GIVEN UP SO EASILY THAT LIFE SEEMS TO JUST GO BY LIKE A TUMBLEWEED ON A SALT PAN. FACES OF THOSE WHO TOLD ME OF PROMISE ARE BLURRED LIKE THE FADED CARNIVAL MIDWAY SIGN THAT HAS TOLD US OF THE MANY WONDERS OF A WORLD FULL OF TREASURES. I SEE OTHERS WITH SUCH DRIVE AND WISH I COULD BE SO DRIVEN. I AM THOUGH LEADING A LIFE THAT EXPECTS HIS LIFE CHAUFFEURED WHICH  IS THE ONLY WAY TO TRAVEL.

WHEN MY CALL IS PLACED I HEAR A VOICE WHOM I DO NOT KNOW. I ASK WHY HAVE I GIVEN UP SO EASILY. THEY CAN NOT ANSWER FOR THEIR LANGUAGE DOES NOT COMPREHEND THE FEELINGS I FEEL OR THIS EMPTINESS AT HAND. THEIR VOICE IS LYRICAL AND FULL OF A BEAUTY THAT I REFUSE TO UNDERSTAND. HAVE OTHERS TAKEN OVER FOR ME TO TRY AND MAKE A BETTER PRODUCT OF MYSELF. 

HAVE I GIVEN UP SO EASILY THAT I HAVE OUTSOURCED MYSELF TO LIVE THROUGH OTHERS LIVES. HAS MY VOICE CHANGED SO MUCH I DO NOT REALIZE WHAT I WANT FROM  MY SOUL.  THE PHONE CALL I HAVE PLACED IS FOREIGN TO ME BECAUSE I DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE VOICE WITHIN MYSELF ANYMORE. HAVE I GIVEN UP IN TRYING TO UNDERSTAND OR WILL I JUST GIVE THIS VOICE THAT SECOND CHANCE I SO RIGHTFULLY DESERVE.