I sowed trust, but all I reaped was betrayal.
Perhaps these are only thistles to be weeded
If I wait long enough my Oak will emerge
Where from? You may ask.
I am unsure, I seemed to have lost my bearings
Empathy is somewhat overwhelming
I am soil containing seed that will never grow
Will never germinate in this lifetime
Waste for the red
Recycling for yellow
Please oh please, place me in green
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