Take It Upon Yourself

Trees don't have mouths, and
ten seconds is much less than an hour.
The more you take in, the more you lose
(of yourself, in this case, anyway).
One million pieces, not shattered but
torn and squished by malicious fingers.
You can put them back into a pressure-mold
but nothing will ever
be
the
same.
Boys become men belatedly,
so maybe you ought to figure it all out
instead of twiddling your thumbs
while you wait.