Collection of the dark days

The things I know

I know I'm an old soul
I remember things I shouldn't
I enjoy old things, places, books, concepts
I'm this combination of nice & horrible
I'm cynical too, like I've been here
before & already know how it will turn out
How could I not be an old, old soul?
I definitely have the eyes for it
Angry sometimes but soft in others
Knowing so much more than what is behind them
Like the old songs I used to sing
In the back of mothers car
The ones from years & years before
They'd feel familiar, even if I'd never heard them
I cry at Greensleeves
I smile at the Beatles
I smell cigarettes & gin at Elvis
I see stars with Edelweiss
I remember an old, old rhyme to wish upon starts
Star light, star bright
The first star I see tonight
I wish I may
I wish I might
Have the wish I wish tonight
I know I'm an old soul, how could I not be?