What would I do to know what the future holds? So I can let you hear the unspoken history and to distinguish defensive lies? You’ve somewhat been an anchor – holding me down not to be swayed by false promises of solitude. Making me rethink, reconsider, and redo. What has gotten into verses that don’t hold meaning? I’m burning traditions and putting too much to faith. Somewhat the universe is throwing stones not to hurt anyone but to test bonds and pillars of trust. And I think I am ready.

I know I was difficult. And ungrateful. But an old tree will always be old, or is it not? Are you ready to turn the tables around?