As I started this journey we were meant to take
I became tired mentally and decided to take a break
But if only id known, I wouldn’t have rested too much
And now I became misunderstood for the tree that stands such
Its heavy rich roots have buried in the soil deep
Made friends with all ages of people that it meets
Stands in that same old place for many years I know not
Still although it longs to motion, it really cannot.
How can I remove the notion of this tree.
Cut lose from my roots and seek my destiny.
But although I deeply long, my path is a mist
So rich and in depth the path is a miss
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