Sometimes
I don't want to set goals
or even follow goals I've set.
I just want to roam
with dead trees tied to my wrists
play reminder of my roots
Where I came from
has no relation to where
I am going. To where
I can go.
I refuse to be tied down by
100 year old culture
told by word of mouth
from an elderly
Willow.
I will grow however the moon changes tonight.
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