I'm a branch that denies the tree,
apart yet can never be, can never be.
I grow in loneliness, that I bear,
old and withered, the heaven is all I can share.
I look up, I look down,
swallowed up by the shadows upon the ground, upon the ground.
Oh, how I wish, I could wonder away,
be hacked down and turned into a man with legs
A man assembled from the wooden blocks, from a carpenters hand,
into a puppet that can love and dance, from my strings, from my strings.
Then, to be accepted into a new tree, become a new branch,
have a new family that would accept me, for me.
One, I could talk to with all my heart, be apart of,
rely on as my world destroys around me, around me.
Those sleepy nights upon my bed, next-store to the ones I love,
no longer who I was, with words and legs, ready to dance.
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If you were a new branch on a new tree then you would no longer be.
ReplyDeleteSee, life is free for you, me, and every tree.
It is given as a gift by the heavens.
There is no recipt, no customer service agent that you can text or tweet.
life is not a game that you try and beat.
Life is like an assigned seat,
your seat is chosen. You can leave but just as those of a tree once a leave leaves, the life that was will no longer be.
Once you leave your tree, you will finally see
"I am no longer me"
it simply can not be