On the path to health,
I push my will to the green department
and decorate my fork with leafy plants.
Unaddictive yet original,
it anchors my roots to the ground
and liberates my artificial worries.
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Look ahead
Head up, looking straight
I don’t feel the ground anymore
And I am projected in the future.
Motor on, glasses clear,
The gear is ready
But the destination far,
Unknown and magnetic
Pulling everyday one inch more.