“Old Soul”

*Editor’s Note: This is a poem submitted by SJU senior Jervon Sands.*

I often think: I have an old soul but really I mean ancient. My soul longs to stride for miles across the earth through deserts, dense jungles along beaches, across the endless green. My soul longs to arise greeted by muted light and the sound of living water while caressing the smooth stone surface of a cave. My soul longs to weave through uncut paths and up mountains in step with the sun’s climb reminiscent of the past while cursing time. I possess a somber soul that has been separated from its kind, one that remembers the days of true freedom. I fear that if I don’t give in to its desire to dance to earthy tunes, my soul in line with its nomadic nature will drift away too soon leaving me incomplete.