On not being oneself
Oneself who wasn’t one
but instead was a tree
likely was someone else
to begin with, not a self
but more of a woodland elf
and not a munchkin cowboy
By living in the plant world
one such one lacks insight
outright dismissed and is so
to the point where it hurts
and no one sees the truth
punching and roping cattle
One who also wasn’t oneself
or who was more apt to be a bloom
was unlikely to be someone else
yet lacking outright insight
but perfectly home on the range
couldn’t point to where it hurt
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