It's insane
That you are
Trying to put
Into a definable
Box,
What never
Belonged in
One to begin
With!
In the good
Old days
They were
Just called
Old souls!
Gee…
Wasn't that
Like yesterday?
There have
Always been
Two types
Of babies
Those that
Coo or cry
And wobble
Barely focusing
On much
Around them
Randomly
Paying attention..
And THEN
There are the
Ones
That come out
Looking at you
From day one
Who SEE
You…
Who have
An inhuman
Intelligence
That understands
Far more
Than their
Drooling counterparts.
The grow
And don't play
As other children
Do…
Their interests
And abilities
Place them
Outside
The normal
Games
That children
Play because
They are too
Busy contemplating
The universe
In ways
Their parents
Can only
Guess…
And that is all
The grown-ups
Are doing
Guessing
Indigo…
Crystal,
Rainbow
Schmambow…
They don't know…
We do…
We are unfolding
As flowers do…
Men can name
Them,
And make
Them
But God
Gave us
Our Souls.
