The Sycamore Tree

Whenever I see a sycamore tree I get homesick Now it's like I am shooting up roots In another direction Where viewer discretion is advised The sycamore tree grows tall Yet I have shortfall Coz when its branch breaks it don't breakeven The sycamore grows in time But I never grew with freedom Let my independence be retribution For breaking out of confined institutions Always suffering illusions of self affliction It is a suicidal addiction Sycamore you are evergreen And my life is just upscene This is a poem about somebody else So don't worry yourself The devil is right there in the details You don't want to hurt yourself For looking too closely What have I become my sweetest friend Everyone I know goes away in the end We get what we deserve If we only let die and let live Truth is like blood under your fingernails You don't want to hurt yourself By looking too closely You right there in the mirror Don't kid yourself Looking too closely Maybe I get famous as the man that can't be moved I’m the man that can be moved Inspired by the sycamore tree Growing tall and can't be moved Growing to the air and Blowing in the wind care free….