Climbing the Tree


In the world
I find much sadness and loneliness
Covered by a facade of progress
Living for a future which may never be
Living to climb the ladder
But not the tree,
I hang on to the hope
Hanging on because I really don't know
The wind's direction of
My luck
Or my will
But I'm determined to win
To succeed
Even when the wind blows in my face.

(c) Morgan Green, 2006

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