I have no roots;
I am an epiphyte
dangling in the air.
My thoughts
are rootless, prancing
here and there and everywhere.
I have no wings
so I can’t learn to fly –
my restless thoughts
keeps telling me
to question why.
I know no past, no future
and the present now
is blurry and vague
and does not want
me to question how.
I vaguely think
that something might be wrong –
but then I look around
to see all others are like me,
and then the thought is gone.
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