Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.

"Who says words with my mouth?" in Ch. 1 : The Tavern, p. 2 - The Essential Rumi (1995)