We remain rooted; except our actions!
That
with environs, tweak!
Are
these cloak -&-dagger superficial acts?
Or mere angst further for more sweets!
We
remain rooted, means, intents’ unaltered,
Yeah,
expressions oscillate with time!
Until
tickets sell & in boxes all is well,
As
post that, all walk in the rooted stride.
We
remain rooted irrespective of where bloomed,
Shifting
is mere pretentious, faux pride;
Grains
in desert look same until quicksand,
And
mirage an illusion for a thirsty mind.
So,
let whose cravings are unending,
Shalt
not tell tales of any rooted mind!
Else
accompanied who walking with such similar,
Would
never know when quicksand arrive! 😊