You asked me once, when we were young,
Why I would choose to be depressed;
I looked at you, and wondered if
You'd ever known, or could have guessed
Why some trees bend with weight of years,
While others straight to heaven grow,
The forests we don't understand
But into which we all must go.
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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