These faces,
These eyes.
She's tired to deal with them,
Sometimes she just wanted to
Be left alone.
Like a tree, being a tree is
Absolutely wise, it couldn't be any
Easier, and noises would be
Air, passing through.
Like a far and deep ocean but
Not related to her, these voices
And questions, she'd like it to be
Easy or simple, being a tree.
She just needs time to grow some leaves.