My Old Soul - Olasunkanmi.

My old soul used to complain a lot.
About things not being enough.
About how it will die all alone with no one to sympathize with the body it used to live in.
My old soul used to tell me how I wasn't good enough to attract good people that will profit it's existence.

My old soul, good old soul.
My old soul was like an aged man,
Who with every step complains about his bent aching back, but never tells anyone or ever sees a physician about it.
My old soul kept me down,
It never saw any good
In me or anyone else.
My old soul was a pessimist.
It never saw the bright side to a situation.
It always said the future held the worst for us.
And then I met this new wandering soul,
Who offered to live in me and be better.
It got into me and contended with the one I was used to,
I didn't know what it was like but I was tired of my nagging old soul,
So I accepted its offer to live in me,
I didn't have anything to lose anyway.
What could be worse than your own soul condemning you to eternal suffering?
So now I have a new soul,
And I look forward to what it holds for me
Whether elation or misery,
I am uncertain.