Like olive trees in full bloom,
Life offers haze, offers pride
When every bud seems a way up,
and every sprig another new stride,
Hey, nothing’s flawless, dry weed growing beside
Oh my murky mind
If doubts were tears I shed them all,
As if all my falls had a goal
Impatiently bold, determined in my pursuit
waiting for those trees to bear the fruit
If every cloud has a silver lining
There’s no need for whining.
No
My blistered hands have squeezed the fruits
through my fingers, leaking the oil
Sweet bitter, golden, all mine
So, I’ve reached the finish line
More proud, more happy, more obstinate – like trees in bloom
More – my only doom.
More – bearing more fruit.
Just more – my way, my route.