The tree

I stand here arms around the tough bark
Feeling the coarseness cutting my flesh
But I smile
Looking up into the tangled yet hopeful branches
I trace the path of a life I had chosen
I was born at the base,
My life moving up and proudly as I grew
As I learned
But yet
I ignored
Those
Branches
Losing
Faith
In choices
Following
A standard
Path of
Mediocrity
The aim of the tree is to spread out as far as it can
Enjoying the freedom bestowed upon its existence
It dares to point its mind in many directions
Sharing its feelings as it blooms, then dies
Yet I stopped at the bark
Took no risks
Lived?
No
I survive.

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trying to be clever again hey?