The souls clock

I used to think 
This soul of mine had an older nature 
My gasping for air in youth 
Found maturity early 
It wasn’t real though

30 feels like 13 
Souls wrapped in flesh work different 
My warm cheeks age 
And skin stretches
Yet my soul stays on

Like gliding to a never ending stop 
One gear for the trip 
My souls clock doesn’t tick 
It started old 
and will end young