Sometimes I feel my family tree doesn't mean that much me.
I could dig down to my black country roots and just see strangers, relatively speaking.
I can hardly understand the shorthand, just something I haven't twigged.
I want to branch out.
Take a leaf out of someone else's book.
Try barking up the wrong tree.
Does that make me nuts, or a sap?
To tap into a different kind of life.
I think this all stems from wanting more.
I could cut down the tree, now that has a nice ring to it.
Why does it matter anyway?
I'm stumped.
