If it could fall like leaves of autom, spinning dizzy to the ground,
I want no piece of it.
And if it can break like an old wooden chair into a millon splinters that jab and sting,
than I want no real pain.
There is a chance that it can grow roots whcih cling to the ground,
and become one with the soil.
It may drink from the living water and grow into an incredible sight,
but that is up to chance.
Time spent still like hands winding aroudn a clock never knowing when to stop.
Craving a change, but staing inth motion.
What can anyone do, but wait to break.
Stand the pain and enjoy the continuous falling and winding back up that life has to offer.
For if we never do any of these things
we will never learn how to become roots.
No comments:
Post a Comment