I am an old soul
I never asked for explorers to progress
I never asked for inventors to invent
I never asked for science to discover or scholars to detect
I never asked to go from Steamers to engines
I never wanted to trade vinyl for headphones
But I’d always trade city lights for a mountain range
A worn out skyline for an open plane
Why do we complicate our lives in attempt to make them simple?
And why has living simply, become to most something trivial
I am raptured in this soul that refuses to age
In times that are always persistent to change
"Old Soul" -JP
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC
I am an old soul
I never asked for explorers to progress
I never asked for inventors to invent
I never asked for science to discover or scholars to detect
I never asked to go from Steamers to engines
I never wanted to trade vinyl for headphones
But I’d always trade city lights for a mountain range
A worn out skyline for an open plane
Why do we complicate our lives in attempt to make them simple?
And why has living simply, become to most something trivial
I am raptured in this soul that refuses to age
In times that are always persistent to change
"Old Soul" -JP
