speak

We know what we are,

The roots that we tend to stick to,

We are what we believe in,

Caught by the breeze of air, the assumption arises

Tracing for the corner in order to stick to it,

I won't let go,

See the difference,

What you are, is not enough,

The tangible wall of comprehension,

Is always there,

Thee could see, mere a glimpse of the truth,

Not everything that could be seen, is what it is,

The branching out sprigs,The unending roots underneath,

There's a long way ahead of us

Looking for the truth in life,

Looking for a reason, the motive

To speak up what's is on our mind,

Only the actions we make can prove,

Prove everyone, that what you're able,

Is real and not disguised.