Somewhere Else All day I think of it and at night I say, Where did I come from? What should I be doing in this strange place? Where did I come from? My soul is from somewhere else. This drunkenness began in some other tavern. When I get around to that place, I'll be sober. Now, I'm like a bird from so far away, sitting in this aviary. The day is coming. Yes, you know it is. When I'll fly away. Who is it now in my ear? Who hears my voice? Who says words with my mouth? Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul? I can't stop asking. If I could taste just one sip, I could break out of this prison for drunks. I didn't come here willingly, nor will I leave that way. Whoever brought me will have to take me home. My soul is from somewhere else and I intend to end up there. - Rumi