We lost our ways

As by every passing tree,
Why it seems like though art agree?

You want to be asunder from me,
Believe me! You can bequeath, you will feel free.

You are a ship that sails in the ocean, And
I am a shore of that unwanted ocean.

You want to go with the flow, but
I want to be a burning fire that glow.

By seeing these dark, lonely trees,
Whom their leaves deceive them in breeze.

I reckon they are similar to me,
So shady but always alone and still never feel free.

But it’s alright as you are, agreed,
To be never a hemisphere of me, but

To thou, I do a plea, that
Never come back to me.