Tree

I planted a tree earlier this week.

It came in a plastic pot, with roots popping out of the few small holes at the bottom.  It took some time to get the tree out.  I carefully cut the plaster away piece by piece, freeing the overgrown roots, saving as much as I could.  Inside the pot, the tree's roots were swirled around, fighting amongst themselves for space and soil.

A day later I realized that my life here in my home town is much like that tree's position when potted.

My roots do keep me here, but as long as I am stuck inside this pot I can only grow so much, and shall eventually die...

Will I ever be sentient enough to transplant myself?