Lives Poem by Mark Trajano

I was told I was an old soul of a million years
Travelling through battling all my fears.
Sometimes wandering aimlessly reaching a summit
Pondering on the next lifetime’s greet.
My stay here is a monumental mystery
Recorded in the clouds and the sea.
And now that I have heard of such enlightening tales
For centuries they have made their trails.
Now that I am here in The Creator’s Holiness,
Where do I go, whom do I impress?
As lost as I can get, I can find my way in hope
Like from a rough to a smoother slope.
I was told I was an old soul of a thousand years
And my frail body is He who steers.