| Twig I am but a simple twig Bending to the whims of life Taking in what is given to me Ne'er feeling stronger I am but a piece of wood Fragile and so thin Once a part of something greater Yet fallen off some while ago I cannot deny what I see Acceptance is the only choice Whether or not it is wanted None the more stable am I I am but a metaphor Relying on these words As I bend to life's whims So easily changing my shape I accept that I am falling From the stable tree Which kept me strong Through the ages I am no more a stable twig Lying on the newfound floor Taking in what I am given Ne'er feeling better I am but a simple twig Bending to the whims of life What once was is no more For I have broken ....I am but a simple twig ....Bending to the whims of life ....I cannot deny what I see ....Ne'er feeling better |