Trees Stand Still But You Should Not
Sew a quesiton mark to your deams
imagine where you shall be.
Maybe you are a tree
staying,
waiting,
without motion
in one place for a lifetime
seeing changes around you
while you are stuck to only observe.
Thinking
what would have happened if you had crossed the ocean?
Wondering
when does fulfillment come to me?
Do not be a tree,
remain free.
Discovering everyday
things are truly not what they seem.
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