Another Young Lost Old Soul Poem by Mwenyeji Spikes

The stare on her eyes is deeper than her age would know
She'll play at take her time in thought like she lives on a cloud
Secluded from the rest of her folks she sits and mimics an old lady doing dishes
Her mastery says she has done dishes and kept a house before

One thing her guardian granny lives to wonder
Where did this young soul live to learn her craft
Maybe and just maybe the young old soul has been in this realm before
She talks in awe and the things she says are baffling

Was this a transcendent experience of a life she has lived before
Did the matrix cast her back on the earthly realm for a new life
What are we to make of the way she thinks, talks, sits, stares and does it all
She is a young old lost soul from before trying to find a way back into a life she knew before