Indoor Tree

I'm watering an indoor tree

It will grow big and strong

But will never grow free

It will one day be tall

And tower over all

It may reach the ceiling

But then it must fall

It will never see sky

Never will it be climbed 

And never will weather 

Cause its demise

Instead it will end

At a limit we made

The room may be filled

But the tree will remain

No open zone

Into which it can grow;

Nothing more now than a monument to regret 

Yet I water it still; I provide its rain

Though futility rings strong in my mind

A futureless tree with roots ingrained

Weak and subject to the weathering of time