To Live The Life of a Tree

Dear Listener, I’ve realized your insignificant
And so am I
I now understand that who we are doesn’t matter
And it never will

we are what we create
us being creations ourselves
we breath based on someone else’s Idea
at least in the first place

once you create
It’s made
set in stone
and you can’t control what it is or becomes.

whether or not it’s alive or dead
It roams in circles
taking in what others see
how others view it

in this way we are the same
all of us

the trees
the dirt
the body
the soul
the aroma
the anesthetic
all of this
all of these are the same

who I am is what I do
what I do is who I am
I am based on other peoples opinions and personalities
what I do creates people and their realities