Vastwood

Im sure it's fine here my all laid bare

-This wheel of time ever changing

-Yet I remain and stare

-Falling, yet my form stay still

I am not bound there are no shackles

Yet I remain

-Why don't you move!

-Like ivy I have

Grown attached

There is fear in moving these roots

-This is all I know

-Swaying roots back and forth

-You limit yourself by staying still

-You've stunted your own progress

To my own fault, I've put up these walls

What will become of me if I remain on

Shall I rot or prosper

I beg you not to stay stagnant

Complacency can be a curse

Do not rot in place

-You limit yourself by staying still

-You've stunted your own progress

To my own fault, I've put up these walls

What will become of me

If I remain here