Im sure it's fine here my all laid bare -This wheel of time ever changing -Yet I remain and stare -Falling, yet my form stay still I am not bound there are no shackles Yet I remain -Why don't you move! -Like ivy I have Grown attached There is fear in moving these roots -This is all I know -Swaying roots back and forth -You limit yourself by staying still -You've stunted your own progress To my own fault, I've put up these walls What will become of me if I remain on Shall I rot or prosper I beg you not to stay stagnant Complacency can be a curse Do not rot in place -You limit yourself by staying still -You've stunted your own progress To my own fault, I've put up these walls What will become of me If I remain here