Old Soul

Old Soul
Bold Soul
A part and the whole.
Born of sand
Pearl at the center
I beg the truth and give my own
But does one carry a message for free?
And what are these travels doing to me?
I fear the wrath of the eyes that see-
And envy the light its infinity
Upon this drifters path i spend
my time
like pennies to no end
I ask for the word.
I let myself die
I leap and bend
I learn to fly
And ashes to ashes
I go and then
It lives and breaths
A pearl again

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