22 November 2013


We tend to forget our roots
Go different ways but as we go
We realize, we all started 
 on the same root

We may meet halfway or not
Found ourselves or not
Until this root grow
Not realizing we have gone too far

Yet, we still want more
We got this feeling
Or more likely to prove others
That we can do better than them
Coming back to our roots
 is like starting to grow
Unsure of everything
For sure composure will be different

We all long to be back
Or be reunited with
To balance this way
If not so we keep some calling unanswer

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