It's funny how...

people and things change in a second.

Looking at the weeping willow

As I was looking at the weeping willow,
I realized that I was entirely to blame,
Unlike the poor thing in front of me standing,
I do not have roots to keep me exactly the same.
I should not stand in one place forever,
Who knows what the road tomorrow will bring,
Run straightaway and try to discover,
How again to be able to laugh, dance, sing.
But instead, I wandered lonely as a cloud,
Making my way through the sea of nothingness,
Rambling everyday in constant pursuit,
Of hopefully finding the right address.