Roots of the truth*
Do I ever falter in a life already foretold?
There was no past as the present unfolds
But to be here like an oak tree and its roots
More of the external dissolves, becoming my own truth
Because of this my eyes turn the other way to see
And notice from this truth, it all points back within me
Dom*Colucci 2013
The picture is credited from yahoo images.
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