Attraction

 What a deceitful word; The word "attraction". 


Grounded in my commitments and obligations from birth. I am attracted to your freedom. My perception of your ability to be free. 


You are so free. 
Can you free me too?


Attraction,
You are but the biggest distraction.
I am easily swayed by, and blown with the leaves, that whither in seasons from the roots you are. 
There is no holding in the wind as you and I are blown.

Roots,
I hear the wind from above the ground that I'm now in, and perhaps, have seen before.
Plant yourself.
You will be just as rooted as the evergreen tree and ever more. 

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