Old Maze

They say I have an old soul

That I think about things people my age don't do

Things like love and nobility, 

accountability, maturity 

You know? Ideas

Spoken in languages of sages, 

haven't heard from in ages,

Dialects of mages,

Intellects conversing in mazes, 

Frenetically searching through the pages, 

Frantically breaking the cages. 

By ancient souls that existed before the creation of the world, breathed into life by the whispers of God's voice

Echoing into the void, 

Speaking to these bones, 

Shouting to the noise,

Expelling the voices 

Raising up the courage to say something 

Because people are dying, 

Cock and loading, shooting,

Killing themselves

With no remorse, 

How did we miss their morse code, 

Cry for help, begging an ode from thee

Songs of praises to uplift their broken souls, 

Notes of anecdotes dedicated to celebrated goals, 

Passionate conversation to direct and guide them to reach another day, another dream, another conquest.

Turn it around, it's not too late

It never was, it shouldn't be 

This is the reason why I sound like an old soul,

It's so I can reach your youthfulness and make it fragile, weak in truthfulness 

Because Your life...... is a maze

A beautiful, jigsaw puzzles series of events

That won't be fully understood until you reach old age.