Below the surface deep underground

Waiting….Waiting……Waiting

My life is beginning

What is to become of me

I rise from the covers that cover me

I am young but I too fit in with the old

You can wash away the dirt to try and cleanse me

But you can never take away what is inside

That is where my true soul lies

Surrounded by a shield

From the outside I am rigid

But to get to know the real me

You have to peel me away my shield

Piece by piece

Inch by inch

For I am a potatoe from the inside looking out