Where doth my soul keep,
Beyond the peaceful
Realm of deep sleep?

A place where nothing
Is as it might seem.

Where stayteth my heart?
And throughout trials
With what must I part?

Will I be forced
To give up my dreams?

The wood grows dark
As I ponder, obscuring
From me all light.
Vines easily hide me
From all lines of sight.

Should I wander among
The spring lilies fair,
And then throw away
Every one of my cares?

Should I dwell among
The deeper woods,
And see this life in
 More ways than I could?

Two paths diverge in
 This darkened wood,
Forever changing me is
The direction I could choose.

Beyond the realms
Of sleep, and into the
Realm of existence
I must choose now
My state for existing.

Still the deepest
Question lingers…
Before I may sleep,
Grasp my fingers
And show me please,
Where doth my soul keep?