the stand

The tree was not growing on an island / and was at least a hundred yards from the land / yet it stood there surrounded by water / and continued to take a stand / maybe I should’ve swum out there / and climbed up it to sit in a limb / on the day that my hopes were shattered / and my view of the world grew dim / now the days are reduced to dark water / and I wonder what tomorrow has planned / if I could I would quit this disorder / in the meantime / I remember the stand.

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