uprooted

it’s a simple thing, what you’ve asked of me
and before i could speak
i resigned fully
soon though, the request sinks in
like quicksand
taking hold with a grin
its weight, so heavy from all that i lack
this task turns and twists
but stays firmly on-track
i thought i felt better
it was only a taste
sadly, no cure so i lay in waste
of negative thoughts
of sadness
of greed
of hatred
and all of it sits like a seed
that grows despite trying to change everything
change your life
change your ways
change your space
just to get through the maze
and just when you think you can find your way out
is the time when you realize, a way out’s not allowed