Old soul

I’ve been told I have an old soul, I take that to heart but for me it just means a dying soul.

The wisdom I carry I fear I will not have time to give back to the world, it’s borrowed knowledge passed down to me by my father as his father passed it to him.

Meet my eyes and you will see my ancestors, hear my words and you’ll hear the songs of old, from a time where there still was questions asked and the future was a long, long distant dream.

What is a young soul then? Is it a description of a not yet tainted mind, a mind where they only have that naive hope, that naive belief , a mind that haven’t seen the real world and its ugly tendencies ruining its own future.

As the old soul that I apparently am, I’ve seen a few things, I’ve seen more than necessary, so much that I’m not surprised anymore.

This world we live in just goes round and around this big ball of fire, this bright star we call our sun, but our destiny is out there among the millions of stars, it just waits for us to catch up with the rest of all of it.

Maybe what waits up there is all old souls, maybe it’s where old souls can rest, and I mean really rest, maybe up there is true peace for all.