Old Soul

I have an old soul

that trickles down from generation to generation

inserting truth where there was elation

contemplating it's designation

siphoning all motivation

exherting itself into all creation

I am not mine

to think that time

hath made me wise

you'd be a fool

an ode to despise

I am of His will

what that may be is unknown still

but whilst I have some time to kill

I might as well try to payback the till

but how?

I alone am weary

downtrodden by this world

the battles are drawing near me

a frenzy within me uncurled

the wind doth blow

these yearnings in my soul

for all desires I would not Go

awaiting your promise to unfold

Oh Lord

this fingerpainting stirs within

this timely story has yet to begin

be it me a contribution

to that woeful song of all creation

Time will tell

that rebel yell

in my lungs doth swell

Oh Misery

you ghastly brute

Oh Anxiety

you present terror

Oh Symphony

of love of truth

oh almighty

break down the barrier

Oh Lethargy

my Ever present friend

oh treachery

meet your end.