I think I should stop
Stop caring for what others might think
Think about me and the things I do
Do what I want and not what they want
Want what's been missing in my life
Life that has given me a lot
Lot of problems and joy
Joy that seems to be so far
Far from what I imagined it would be
Be good to others and make them smile
Smile or at least make them laugh
Laugh their hearts out to forget
Forget the things that aren't good
Good to me nor good to them
Them people who only want what's best
Best of people and best of times
Times that I shouldn't be wasting
Wasting on nonsense or so
So I really think I should stop
Stop and just be happy

I tripped the other day
Then fell onto my knees
As soon as my skin collided with the concrete
I knew I was in trouble
Out poured the blood, all the way down to my toes
Staining the ground and wetting my eyes

And that was how it felt when I first met you

I can feel the movement of that tree as if it were speaking with me. I watch as it stands still with little breeze to see the movement in its bark swirling and swirling up and around speaking of its history. As my life simply is a mere moment, can it even notice me? I stand in awe to watch its branches dance as its leaves seem to reach out to me. How does it see its life in what I see as a perpetual state of tranquility. Can it hear as I say hello, or like a little insect, would I know if were to speak to me, or in their time do the mountains even know of the tree. How simple life is made to be -