I just want to lie here

I want to be the grass, dependent on the wind to move

I want to be the trees, dependent on the roots to stant

I want to be the stars, dependent on the moon to shine

I am a blade of grass pretending to be the wind

I am a tree attempting stand without roots

I am a star trying to shine independent of the moon

I am a mouse putting on the mane of a lion, unable to move under its weight

The maneless lion patiently waits for me to surrender my pride

I want to find my identity only in him

He moves me

He holds me

He lights me

Who am I without a breeze to guide me

Who am I without roots to hold me

Who am I without a moon to light me

I am..

Still

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