When we close our eyes to go to sleep at night,
Our travel destination is often the "Other Place".
So we just point our soul up toward the light,
To travel quickly through both time and space.
Some things we have experienced in this life,
That at the time would appear to be so tragic.
Perhaps they are not really all that big a deal,
And are wiped away from out lives like magic.
What if we somehow write our own life script.
And then we publish it somewhere page by page.
Are we but authors and our lives but  little plays.
Is it not often said that the world is but a stage.
This thing we call life could be nothing but a dream.
Some  grand divinely designed funny little game.
Life may not really be anything that it seems.
Some wandering souls who for but a visit came.
As pure spirits we are like new born babes.
We manifest so frequently that we are a pest.
Our power sometimes gets out of our control.
Where by we often find our self in such a mess.
The Elders of the Universe take us firmly in hand.
They give us rules to live by so we can understand.
They have set aside this Earth , just for us to play.
Putting souls in playpens, safely out of harms way.
Maybe it could be,  this place, that we call the Earth.
Is but the soul's Universal Training School,
Where the Grand Masters of the Universe,
Try to teach some of us the Golden Rule.