Move. Move. Move.

I have places to be,

Things to do,

People to meet.

Stand. Stand. Stand.

I watch the world change.

For decades I have stood and watched.

Every year brings a new view.

Move. Move. Move.

I'm going to be late.

I can't afford to wait.

There is work to do.

Stand. Stand. Stand.

The clouds float slowly overhead.

With my roots firmly planted in the ground,

I enjoy the pleasant breeze.

Move. Move. Move.

Speeding down the road,

Cellphone in my hand.

On my lap, plans for work.

I'm a man.

I'm a tree.

I want to be free.

I already am.

A/N: Yay for trying new things! This is a dialogue poem I had to write for my creative writing class. I don't think it turned out too bad for a first shot but let me know what you think in a review!