My Tourist Is Your Soul

I awoke one particular morning,
and felt the desperate urge to pen this cryptic message.
Dumbfounded by its simplicity,
Confounded by its complexity,
I wrote it with shaking hands:
MY TOURIST IS YOUR SOUL

It's what we all do - we travel,
on land, on water, through people,
through lives, through love, through time:
MY TOURIST IS YOUR SOUL

The most beautiful of beginnings will come soon...
Collapse your self.
Forgive the past and choose your role:
MY TOURIST IS YOUR SOUL

It was whispered to me on a soft morning breeze,
The age of harmony is setting in.
Let the Divine Sun shine,
'Tis the Universal goal:
MY TOURIST IS YOUR SOUL