Wandering Through My Wonder

I ponder if people wonder about the same things I wonder about.
I wonder if they secretly wander into the deepest parts of their doubt.
Do you wish to be a tree?
Do you wish to live under the sea?
Do you imagine the wind blowing through your branches, pulling your leaves apart?
Do you imagine being rooted in yourself and uncovering the layers of your heart?
I wonder if others wish to release all of their judgements like me.
I wonder if they want so badly to tear their walls down and set themselves free.
Where do thoughts go if you never face them?
And what happens to them if you embrace them?