Maze of Branches

A poem about life through my eyes.

When I’m swinging through this jungle called reality
Sometimes my tail gets stuck in the split of a branch
And not really stuck just halted for a time
While I wonder at which branch would be stronger
Because the stronger the branch I choose on which to swing
The more likely I won’t fall down to the Jungle floor
Where the chance of living falls drastically
At an exponential rate for every minute
But every second I take to decide
I miss a beat in the rhythm of life
Making it harder to swing to the next branch
I’ll eventually make to the tree that supposed to be my house
The only question is which branches will I swing on to get there?

Author's Note

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