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The Tree

The Tree

I ran around a tree
till I caught me.
It seems my older version
is always faster than

And as the tree grows, I suppose
we both have roots
that've grown
in the opposite direction.

We get wiser
as we get older
while our roots outweigh this boulder
that's threatening to knock this
tree down, I've found.

Maybe that's why I still run
even after I've caught myself --
Even after I've seen
what I may see.

Cause I'm the roots
and I'm the boulder,
and I'm the young man
getting older.

And I'm most definitely the tree.