Roots.
Time has flown over these years and nothing has become forever. As a dreamer, I have dreamt and become so many things that it seems I am not rooted anywhere. But, what are our roots??? Are they what we were and now grown from them? Or, are they what we always carry in our minds? Or, are they what we forget we were and become so big with life that we don't remember them? In any case, they are there... somewhere they are. They may or may not be visible. They are what we were and where we need to go back to complete the circle.