Legacy

February 15, 2015 § Leave a comment

You are an old soul
When the crickets sound music
Hear the neighbors TV is the static

You are an old soul
Seeking transcendence
Finding stillness in the dark

You are an old soul
Who went on the Search
Found nothing and everything of meaning

You are an old soul
No sailor or homemaker at last
Heart and spirit lost to future hopes

You are an old soul
And this is the only truth
You have ever known

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