Dive In

Eventually this facade will drop
You'll see I'm not as young as I say I am
Because the year of my birth means nothing
When all my memories are in black
and white
and sepia
If my skin is young, as you say, then let my tired eyes betray me
(I'm not as young as I say I am!)
I am aged and rooted here like a fine oak
who cannot move if not for the wind
So I'll let the wind, I'll let you if you wish, carry pieces of me
My seeds, my life, all I have to give, take them elsewhere
So I may sprout and bloom
In places I've never even seen