Here I suffocate
under my own skin
looking no farther
from this tiny corner
while the world
looks away from me
as though I were
no more than a shadow--

the forest doesn't have
just one tree or a few
but thousands--how else
could it then be defined so?

If I wish to be
among the lot
as a tree
I've to take root
and be conjoined
to wider world
out there

for if I were
to stay here
my leaves
would never
stretch far beyond
I would be lesser
than what I could be
a virtual death
that would be me

there's
a wider world
space for every tree
and flower
to blossom
and grow

unless
I dare
to take
a new look
at my inner self
I would never
know
whither
I should next
go.