I'm not looking at anyone
As I pass through these crowded streets
I am looking past them
And searching for the meaning
Behind this altruistic feeling
The longing and the knowing
That there is a separation in our people;
The stagnant and the growing
And then those who are on the fence
I was once there too, paralyzed by duress, I understand you
But there's beauty in the growing
When you firmly plant your feet in the soil
And declare that I am a tree and I am not just here to **** up your used air but I'm here to recycle it reimagine it provide it
I have a place where I'm rooted and I delight in it
And my branches grow further every day
As I'm reaching out to help the growth
To give that much needed oxygen to those grown stagnant
To give them a purpose or help reimagine it