I want to be a tree who has the ability to grow up.
I want to grow up so that I can understand things.
I want to understand things because I feel like I underestimated Him.
I want to be a tree because he seems so kind.
He seems so kind that all he did was to provide shelter, foods, and oxygen for us to be alive.
He provide us all but we took him for granted 'til he dies.
I want to be as strong as a tree.
I want to be strong so that I can fight all the battles Life has given me.
I want to fight for my rights, I want to unveil the unknown, but I wasn't born with a courage to do that all.
I want to be a tree so that I can have branches and leaves and roots.
It seems like a knowledge with an ever ending soul.
I want to know everything, from how I could fix all my wrongs to how I could fix it on my own.
I want to be a tree so I can last longer in this world.
I want to live my life to the fullest and in the best way possible.
I envy the tree because I don't have all the time to do what I love, I am very limited and that I should live as if it's my last.
I want to be the strongest tree so that I can protect all my loved ones.
The one which cannot be destroyed by evil waves of social norms and cannot be ruined by the flames of graft and corruption.
I want to give them the best medicine to cure their insecurity and lack of empathy, their worries and regrets to be able to live freely.
I admire the tree for being natural, for its simplicity without losing its beauty.
I want to be like that kind of tree, without eyebrows on fleek and best dresses that cost years of hardship.
I never wanted the shallow trends to dictate me, without the fear of being who I am in the middle of cat eyes lingering on my body.
I want to live just like a tree.
I want to have the characteristics he have.
I want to be the best version of myself.
But I guess, Life cannot grant all my wishes, because it's not simple as it looks like.
The truth slaps you all the time, waking you up from your imaginary world,
Because you cannot ask Life everything, you need to face the demanding reality.
If I want to be a tree, I shall start moving.
I should stop procrastinating, dreaming about millions of what if's
If I want to be a tree, I shall work on the possibilities.
And if I ever fail to be a tree, I guess I'll have to start dreaming of being a fish.
