Envy

I thought I could ride further, I thought I could fly higher.
Those strings got me tied, until I loose fight.
Toes sunk into mud and became twisted roots.
Eyes turned leaves blocking the light and bearing shadows.
People came lean on, birds flew to nest.
For one moment I thought wings are my arms.

You can’t hear my words, you can’t feel my beats.
Under the wrinkled bark,
existence is nonsense.
For I am only a standing tree, feather is just a nap dream.