Maybe, but who knows?

Maybe we’re old souls, and this modern way of living doesn’t allow us enough time for sharing and for giving.

Maybe we’re old souls, and we’re just here observing how everything’s been taken from the mouths of the deserving.

Maybe we’ve been around a while and we just keep coming back, until our souls have had their ride and earned some precious slack.

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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 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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