It started with a roll
Then a crawl
Next was a walk
And finally a Run
As time went by
Momentum slowed
Each day the sun rises
And each night the sun falls
Each day is round
The nights are square
Never veering of course
Each new day just the same as before
Then suddenly momentum stops
The days are no longer round
The nights are no longer square
The sun rise seems slower
The sun fall is faster
You have questions
Did I crawl too fast?
Did I jog before I walked?
Did I run too soon?
"Am I stuck?"
You can't move
Your feet are planted
Taking root into the ground beneath you
Your legs turn into trunks
Your arms are now branches
Your hair now leaves
You are stuck
Left with nothing but time
Time to wonder
Is every lost soul
Condemned to such fate
Is every lost soul
Condemned to a bark covered crate
Planted in the ground never to be free
Is every lost soul
A weeping willow tree
