Everybody askes
Everybody wonders
Everybody walks
Everybody ponders
Where it is that we will be
When in truth, it's all the same tree
We look for fruit high on some branch
Yet we can find in at the store next to the ranch.
This poem was awesome! The last four lines jumped out at me and made me think that life is not about what will come with the world, but how we as the individual takes that world into us and makes it ours.
It matters not if we get the apple by climbing the tree or buying it at a supermarket. What matters is that the apple is what we wanted and we are able to get it.
i didnt quite understand what you meant of this: "Our future is not what we should be, But who we choose to see" it didnt seem to make sense with everything else. (more emphasis on "but who we choose to see")