The Tree

I’ve been a fool

A fool for so long

Things were just all wrong

It’s time to lift the wool

And open my eyes to see

The box of life’s treasures

Experiences that one measures

Each part of one’s own tree

I can feel my growth

Growth of the mind and body

The spirit that I embody

Against the obstacles I loathe

The hurdles that I must jump

Pain I need to learn to bear

The things for which I care

Along the road of many bumps

If I was a different me

A me in an alternate version

One with a different tree

Perhaps I could really see

A me without subversion

And follow what will be.