Rootless Tree

heres to living in the moment 020There is no use in trying to make excuses
I’m a tree, fooling everyone into believing that I have roots
And if you look at me, just casually,
You’d think that I’m a firmly planted tree

There’s an itching in my spirit, a wanderlust of sorts
I’m a gypsy, nomad, lost traveler skirting from town to town
And no one would know, just by looking at me
But there are no roots to this rootless tree.

And I’m so unsure of my path, just route-less me.

 

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