The Branches in My Mind

The thoughts I have every second of every day are like branches in my mind. Always growing and always twisting.

Finding ways to spread further into the back of my mind.

Some of them fall and wither like leaves in the fall. Some of them make me ponder too many thoughts, making me lean in certain directions like that tree in the park.

Am I going to fall? Am I going to be cut down without mercy? Or will I grow infinantly into the sky?