Lone Tree

Physically wise im doing pretty wise.

Mentally Im not very wise.

The neon moon that i see in my dreams,

Reminds me of the Lone Tree of me.

Although i dont drink or do drugs,

I wanna hide under the rug,

till the RainDrops are done drowning me.

Why is this? How can this be?

That Lone Tree sits in the field,

All by myself just like m .

But in ways that's not true.

Because there are people I can go to.

But that Lone Tree stays where it stands,

Barely standing if I shall have the courtesy of sharing.

It's slumped to the side, from my point of view,

With its shoulders drawn tight, it's head hung low.

The long hair of leafs covering its chin.

When I think of this Lone Tree,

I also think of me.

Of me and the broken Mirrors.

But the difference between me and that tree, That tree can withhold and stall.

I wish I could be more like that tree,

Cause that Lone Tree is like a sister to me.

💔KEF 💔