There are answers

Owed to me

From beyond 

The sprawling tree of time.

So I am standing here at the bottom,

Shaking it, and kicking it

And screaming at the ones 

Who came before me,

Who knew the twists and tangles 

Of this giant,

And knew when this tree’s branches

Were low enough to climb…

But chose not to.

Leaving us now to conjecture

And speculation.