I stare into this mirror,
an old soul staring back,
threw eyes that are ageless,
threw a heart thats been broken in the past,
This is only one life Ive lived,
not the first or the last,
yet my body is young,
and still my mind restless,
and my nerves shot.
I can fell the bark of a tree
thats as old as the forest is,
and remember a time
when it was just just a sprout
in the plains where I once stood,
Then my shaddow loomed over it,
protecting it from the heat.
But now I stand as its branches loom high above,
it's its time to cool me.
Yet I can be here
and not fully understand
What is love
and what is just a short romance
My pasts are glimpse,
as my future is also unclear,
But one thing this old soul knows is
why I'm standing here,
I have a mission,
my own reasons for this life,
I come here to heal,
yet to be unnoticed
not ment to comply
I dont bring notice to my gifts
as they may also be used for harm,
I learn to control them
and with time I grow strong,
I feel the strength in my bones
as I become stronger day by day
But my heart has to heal slowly
Unlike any other muscle in me
as I come everyday
one step closer to another death
I see my mission
coming more into focus.
