The Sycamore Tree
Whenever I see a sycamore tree
I get homesick
Now it's like I am shooting up roots
In another direction
Where viewer discretion is advised
The sycamore tree grows tall
Yet I have shortfall
Coz when its branch breaks it don't breakeven
The sycamore grows in time
But I never grew with freedom
Let my independence be retribution
For breaking out of confined institutions
Always suffering illusions of self affliction
It is a suicidal addiction
Sycamore you are evergreen
And my life is just upscene
This is a poem about somebody else
So don't worry yourself
The devil is right there in the details
You don't want to hurt yourself
For looking too closely
What have I become my sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away in the end
We get what we deserve
If we only let die and let live
Truth is like blood under your fingernails
You don't want to hurt yourself
By looking too closely
You right there in the mirror
Don't kid yourself
Looking too closely
Maybe I get famous as the man that can't be moved
I’m the man that can be moved
Inspired by the sycamore tree
Growing tall and can't be moved
Growing to the air and
Blowing in the wind care free….
Copyright © Phatt Matt | Year Posted 2018
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