Mirrors

Outside my window, this tree Sways as though waving to me. And if its leaves were hair, It’d be a lady fair indeed. Exhaustion reigns supreme, however, As I sit here, musing; And yet, I feel there is much to be done, Unless I am assuming. So much can be seen with the eyes, But how often do we really see? How do I tell between truth and lies, When humanity belittles me? Should trees, then, live it simply, With little to worry or care about? And perhaps were I one, would you doubt That life’s veil would cover less thinly? Could I keep this up? Should I want to? Ambivalence traps my intuitions; But maybe, just once, I could look to you And crush my deepest inhibitions. Were that to happen, then Perhaps my life would never end And this body would I shed and cease So that my life time in time’s life would itself never cease.