I’ve searched everywhere, it’s difficult to find,
In this race of speculation am I lagging behind?
Like a plant to be, of an unsown seed,
I am desperate to know what I need?
I’ve sprouted from the seed that was sown,
To fulfill his demand with the power endowed,
Depended on the sun & earth, for my feed,
Now I’ll be growing without knowing what I need?
I’ve grown up now into a tall, strong tree,
With my branch’s spread wide & trees growing beneath,
My ego has grown large; in me it has evoked greed,
But my life is aimless as I don’t know what I need?
Now I look so helpless like some dry old tree,
Soon will come the time when I’ll be free,
Almighty wrote, I followed and accomplished every deed,
But the irony prevails that I still don’t what I need!
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