The wild heart is a prisoner of the body. Everyday it beats against the rails of its cage. The wild heart is hopeful, it is rapid and dangerous.
The beautiful mind occupies its shell like a pearl made pure by gods. The mind is not clear, it is foggy and alone.
The immortal soul is threaded into our existence. The soul has the heart of a prisoner and the mind of a god.
I am heart, I am mind, and I am soul
I am a human moment
My heart will feel loved and hated
My mind will think and be thought for
My soul will live and die
I am a human moment"