Release the pressures
of what should never be
Wake up today and let tomorrow
be worry free
chances are given
when counting to three
Starting from where we left off
You will notice self Discovery
Two eyes open, third eye blind
Branching together one by one
A tree is the landscape
we seek to climb
rotting roots loses its prime
reflections are obscured
When we lose our mind
greener pastures we pursue
If you encourage yourself,
All that’s meant for us, we shall find
© APoetsDestiny