Wandering Souls

We are all wandering souls,
Reborn in new bodies time after time,
Searching for the one who was given to us at the beginning of times when this world was created.

We stumble through life after life after death and death preceding another life,
Always looking, searching for the one and only soul mate belonging to us, making us feel whole and perfect.

Most of us settle for a decently happy lifetime with the best substitute we find,
Just not to be alone for the hundred years that our human bodies last,
knowing we'll get yet another chance when our time comes.

But others... they don't settle for a semblance of happiness and live life after life carrying a burning lantern in their hand,
Searching the darkest corners of towns, the most lightless forests,
And fog shrouded coasts,
For their lost fated lover.

I want to believe that at least some of the brave souls succeed...