Old soul

When will my soul grow old?
To die, to hide, to break, to take, to breathe,
And not worry about what is left underneath the tree.
It was all built on lies, under water.
Beneath the sea.
Little old me waiting for the grass,
To grow, to change color of a brilliant green.
To watch the patches of dirt be hidden and never show.
To hide the emotions built up inside a soul,
To never let happen an exchange of events.
From one person to another.
Heart to heart is painful, but you have to make the best.
Says a shrub of wisdom with a young soul.
Just waiting to grow old.