A fix

A problem cannot be fixed,
If the fix is from the mould, what created the fault.

You cannot be free of addiction,
If you just replace, what you get addicted on.

The fruit remains the same,
If the seed never change.

More so, the seed is mere vehicle,
The soil is the road.

What is more important,
The path or the means of travel?

Because one is still lost in the desert,
Even if one can walk in all the possible directions.

A thought argues,
Choose any direction,
At least,
It’s better than to never start!

I guess so,
A compromise like the tree planted in an eroding soil.

A distance will be covered,
Like the tree growing in inches.

But never to reach the real potential,
Like the tree never growing to its cause.





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