Some Trees are Meant for Only the Eyes of the Enchanted

Sometimes I scare myself.

My mind blossoms into the biggest tree

with the longest branches

that I have ever seen.

It's hard not to wonder

If my mind is too beautiful

or too crazy to let loose.

 

If I let in an ant,

will it eat away

slowly, but steady.

Some of the mightiest jaws in the kingdom.

 

No one is what they appear to be,

and that leaves me

to appear to be nothing I am

just to fit it.

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