I think was born an old soul

Filled with stories

Untold

I am filled with memories

That don’t seem like my own

Dreams

I wait and watch

For an idea to come to me

An epiphany

I try and try

But I lose all my fight

I’m dying

Age comes and goes

Hideous upraisal

Overthrown

Time flies by and soon I am old and wry

Time to meet a new friend

Death

I am not afraid of passing, I’ve made my choice

And I chose

Peace

I close the doors on my past life

Hopping open new ones soon

Start anew