they talk to me about a tree and life
and about how Adam needs a wife
“remember where you’re from” they say
don’t need reminding, we see it every day
“your roots are small”, “yours not that tall”
“wanna walk this hall? it’s not for all”
“think of your pedigree…
…before you decide where to be”
they say Adam needs a wife
thinking what to choose, on the edge of a knife
could go and join a fight
could come and bring some light
could want to spend the night
could ask a guy to show me things in sight
possibilities, growth to reach a sky…
…when to cut a tree down, to let die?
“the tree is here, as you can see…
…would you like to bite or let things be?”
“…would you like a bite of what things can be?”
they do say we’re free
“when you feel you need some help…
…it’s the time to ground yourself”
plant those roots so you can grow
any chop just makes it slow
“how did the tallest tree came to be?”
look to ask, in life to see
to choose, and be.
(London, 3rd December 2025)
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Lyrical Logic
Balanced Beauty. Deliberate Drama. Controlled Chaos. Logical Lines.



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