The old oak tree

I sit beneath an old oak tree
There are tears running down my face
i wish to ask for advice
for the tree looks so old,
so wise,
how can it not hold the answers i searched so long for?
I'm tired of waiting,
life's not long enough for this.
How can there even be release?
For everything weve fought so long for, only just to bleed,
my heart pumps, pained and confused, looking for a way
a way out of this tunnel i've dug
a tunnel i thought was worth digging.
as the sun sets through the tree's leaves
and the tears on my cheeks begin to dry,
I realize the answers I've been looking for
for so long.
You've wasted so much of my life
it's short enough already
I've spent most of it crying
It's time to let it go
you're not worth my time
The old oak tree gave me my answer in it's silence,
it left me alone in my thoughts.