As I ambled, disconnected from the intricate outlet
From the shielded.
I pondered into the immense depths of the collosal evergreens
Sunlight, a barely gleaming ray seeping
Seeping an exhaustive picture
A picture that enraptured me
An intimate feeling of complete structure
These monuments, as what they deem to be
Are like an almost complete puzzle piece missing
Just one piece.
I am that piece.
And it is my own.
It seemed to me that I was filtered
Filtered right out.
And what society thinks is just
Hampers you from ambitions
Quite the contrary to the tree, you see
As it is it's own
Compiling all its needs
To create one astonishment
An original composition of meticulous detail
So we are only threadbare
A diaphanous silhouette that intertwines
Man with himself and his peers
Like a ball of yarn
Born different yet becoming the same
And as we practice with great difficulty
Into pieces of blank paper
Once crumpled and marked