I have a million souls
Not just one or two
The fortuitous spoils of a Wandering Jew
A piece died the first time I heard my mother cry.
But another grew,
When I learnt that God does too.
I broke a piece when I let love go
But I begot another
When love no longer needed an Other.
I lost a piece when I abandoned God
But I found in that space
Myself - Falling into place.
Another faded when I exposed that my parents were human.
But I eventually gained
Realizing myself also human - unrestrained, self-contained.
Burdened by the Lows
Dazed by the Highs
What I ultimately found,
That all this - Is a Merry-Go-Round.