Slumbered Soul...

I was holding the tide when I loved the motion

I was naïve when I loved to sense

I was quiet when I wanted to yell

I sereneted when I wanted to aggress

I dreamt when I loved to sleep

And…..also ..

I slept when, I loved to dream….

I smiled when I wanted to cry

I complimented when I wanted to grouse

I thought it candid when it was tactful

Why does this soul slumber now?

When there is a keen desire to subsist