Cherry Tree

A knight in a suit of armour

built out of strong self belief

imposing on other,

blinded self by the gaze of the (suit's) shining sheet.

The confluence of self and the idea,

happens just like

the confluence of all tributaries,

just before the river ends in the sea.

The heart beats out

for what matters today

An apple on a tree

that will soon rot away

Is the world

what it seems?

or do I need to grow

is it even there?

do I really want to know?

Am I that part of the sea

somewhere in the middle

away from everywhere

calm and placid on a moonless night

not affected by the rhythmic

seashore waves counting time?

Or am I a volcano erupting

capable to change,

to make my own ground,

derange?

Does one need to pass through

fire and be cast into shape?

Is that the purpose of life

or does it matter if we were still just apes?

As a child, I search for candy,

and with it walk away to moon,

a bounce in every step

by that piece of candy induced.

I see my perspective, the world has its,

never coinciding,

The urge for individuality

laid bare.

Why has this happened to me,

where was I wrong,

how will this decide my future?

I stand Janus faced, staring my destiny's wall.

We shall sing, we shall dance,

we shall eat and be merry,

life's river taking its own course

watering each ones' tree of cherry.