The roots which ground a wandering heart
Grow deeper and further even when apart
Take place in the soul of a desiring man
And guide the way through life's secret plan
They cannot be traced to a single core
And there is no end to be seen in them
All tangled up; though many, the same
Changed their various sores
And just when they seem to have been figured out
There comes a newer, unfathomable sprout
The sum is then modified again
And the parts that may have fluttered before
Now intertwine and dance and take new form
Only to break from the very ground and fly
away
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