Holding down, like a melting pot of chocolate, absorbing, overcoming all troubles, covering all boundaries and timelessly flowing over them, containing them just as I ve never been free enough to be known the way I want to see myself, a dark solid colored cocoa bean with leaves to protect me, like the blessings bestowed upon my soul n spirit thus the roots to connect me to my home on this earth, coz the more they'll be fed, the more I shall prosper and resolute to achieve because that is what apeice one of us was born to do, and hence I resolute and I wish, because I have a right to choose, between the right and the wrong, the day, the night or the dawn, the wings or the feet, the sweat or the heat, the lyrics or the beat, the fight or the lesson, the traffic or the congestion, the mountain or the hill, the fountain or the windmill, because the windmill will help me breathe and the fountain shall help my roots grow, if not today, then atleast by tomorrow, for I hadn't known so completely, the powerlessness of the tree as I also choose to submiss myself to divinity, this year shall reap more harvest than the one left behind, truth I shall state, since that is engraved on my mind, for I shall fly high, touch the sky, say good bye and live my life... coz my life is calling me and I think, where am I?