To go or not to go

Leave the soul, a little piece of it

Enter the garden of eden,
The fruits aren't forbidden anymore,
The enigmatic rivers launder the brain
It's only a little soul after all.

Keep your soul, the whole of it,
Enter the unpaved path,
Be wary of lizards or butterflies
Monsters or angels, tulips or titan arums.
The soul is intact, may be.

Garden of Edens is the plethora of gaiety,
The unmapped pavement to mystery; alluring!!!