The Liquid Souls Poem by Ricky Lewis

They are the saviors, they are the masters
They are the reasons, fears, and shadow casters
The calming winds of their dead breath
A chilling rush of their quiet death
Strangers to the world, misfits in the game
Hopeless cavities, looking for their name
Their thoughts are solid, bleak and clear
To wander life in entirety, don’t shed a tear
Listen to their whisper, so wise, so true
The formulas to existence, they speak to you
Essence of life, the underdog of the universe
Count the blessings, for them, there is no worse