A single ****
Sprouts from the ground
First of its kind?
Last to be cut down?

This ****
Could be either one
A pioneer, or survivor
Alone in the sun

Part of a cycle
Which stage I'm not sure
Past or future
It's now a blur

And this ****
As far as I can see
Does in fact
Look like me

I will sprout and die
Trying to be free
And to stand alone
From the collective "we"

I stop and wonder, the locked door
What is it locked for?

It is certainly meant to keep me out
But as to why, I have doubts

Is it for my own safety I have no key?
Are the inhabitants looking out for me?

For if there is truly danger inside
I would stay away as not to die

But if that were true, why am I still here?
It is not that I'm unaffected by fear

Rather curiosity has made it dull
And an adventurous spirit rendered it null

But if there was nothing inside, empty space
Surely that would put me in my place

No, that is not the reason why
I stand at the door, longing to pry

It is not in what could be found
But in letting imagination abound

On the sidewalk buildings loom above
Competing with each other to buy my love

They mean to ****** me into their hearts
Promises of 25% off and shopping carts

And though I always refuse
These buildings, well, don't like to lose

See, everywhere I go I see more
As if they had sprung instantly from the floor

Now the question the bothers me:
What happened to all the trees?

Pillars instead of trunks, windows instead of leaves
I've locked myself in, and lost the keys

Crawling through the forest
The effort is outrageous
There is no time to rest
The excitement is contagious

Slowly traversing the expanse
The only movement, forward
Behind is spared not a glance
The goal is set and strived, toward

Now the goal is reached
And as he rests upon the peak
He cannot move, energy is leeched
But he rest content, this is no defeat

For the Bug
Crawling on my leg