And what AI thinks:

Wildly incomprehensible currents danced, encircling my waist as they yearned for greater depths. Halting their advance only amplified their vigor when they surged back, inundating my surroundings with a tangle of obstructive foliage. My once-clear view extended no further than my own home, during an era of youth and naivety when the passage of time held little significance. I could effortlessly uproot and disperse them back then, yet now their resilient roots lie entrenched, thick and deep within the earth. I erected a barrier to shield the vine from prying eyes, inadvertently closing myself off from life’s experiences. Recognizing this oversight, I now scale the vine, adding more bricks to the wall.