How to Disappear.

4. The Tree

gazing

at the sunset-soaked sky,

suddenly reality sends

a shock through me.

what good is it

to pretend

that my humble desires

are anything but these?

will the universe notice

when i proudly achieve

those mindless goals

set out for me?

my heavy,

insignificant head

then slowly sinks

onto the grass beneath,

but as it falls,

my eyes pay heed

to a dark, shadowed lifeform,

a typical tree.

the tree stands

alone, towering above

all of the tiny,

trivial things it sees.

harsh climate and

circumstance are ignored

by him, only growth

does he aspire to reach.

and he will not be kept

from reaching

the unreachable sun,

the life he chose to lead.

but no matter

how wildly the

whistling wind warps

his weak and frail physique,

and no matter

how many times

a child may pick

at his brightly-glowing leaves,

he will boldly remain.

tall and proud,

using dreary rain

to gain that life he seeks.

i wish that i was

more like him,

able to withstand

the rain that falls upon me.