I am old
I look through the world with old eyes
The creature that would like to go back to its nap
I am sloth
I am aged by the weight of knowing so much more by accident
With the outward appearance of a young dumb thing
Yet the bones leaden
Joints of paper and wet glue
It sticks?
I always have a reason
Oh sorry they call it
Excuse
For everything
I look with the eyes of something much older
Very tired
Body of lead
Time by Pink Floyd
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I’d something more to say.
Home
Home again
I like to be here
When I can
When I come home
Cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones
Beside the fire
Far away
Across the field
Tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell
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Now the question is, “is there such a thing as an ‘Old Soul’?” Do you think you have one, or do you think you are one? If you are an old soul, that might mean that you have lived somehow through many many lifetimes, that you have experienced and endured most of the conditions humanity is exposed to over time. You would have lost everything and everybody many many times. You may have been worshipped, sacrificed, loved, despised, used, abused…..and done unto others all the things that have been done unto you. That is what being an old soul implies. Or do you just feel tired and wasted and worn out (See Princess Entropy https://mmpmagicmodernizationproject.com/princess-entropy/)? As you know, that is possibly due to a physiological condition (fibromyalgia?) and you have learned to endure it, with I suppose the venting tool of blogging and poetry. I had a little vision, while laying down trying to overcome a weak spell, of someone looking up at me, as if I was a squirrel in a tree, someone wearing a dark brown tee shirt and blue jeans, and smiling, and I imagined it was a girl who looked pretty attractive and healthy to me, with your face.
I feel like an old soul whose age has translated into conditions which exacerbate my exhaustion. Haha.
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