Maybe, but who knows?

Maybe I’m an old soul, and this new way of living just doesn’t allow me enough space for sharing and giving.

Maybe I’m an old soul, and I’m just here observing how everything’s been taken from the mouths of the deserving.

Maybe I’m an old soul and this earth keeps calling me, ‘till I trod through all my paths and see all I’m meant to see.

Maybe I’ve been around a while and I just keep coming back, until my soul’s had its ride and earned some precious slack.

Maybe next time around I’ll watch the world spin from afar -
I’ll shine love upon its creatures from out there among the stars…

And maybe, then, I’ll finally start to make sense of it all -
From the spectator’s seat, I’ll watch others rise and fall;
I’ll watch wars be fought and lost, I’ll watch nations come and go;
I’ll watch people grow and change - I’ll sit and watch this glorious show.

I’ll watch everyone play their part - all perfect actors in their scenes,
All voyagers journeying far - never quite there, just in-between…
Always searching, yearning, moving, trying to make sense and meaning
Of this everchanging world, ever-spinning, ever-dreaming,

Ever giving rise to life in its beauty and its woe…
Maybe I’m just an old soul…
Maybe, but who knows?

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