I feel like a tree…
But my branches did not grow, I pasted them with glue.
I feel obliged to feed these branches,
With the water that I soaked from the ground…
And, I realize, sometimes without me knowing,
they feed on me.
I need to cut these branches, these distractions down,
But I am only growing upwards,
Without reflecting on what’s adding up.
They weigh me down,
And hinder my growth,
As a tree…
As a human being.
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