You start from a seed.
You are planted underneath.
You start in the womb.
You are planted inside.
You begin to peek.
You begin to seek.
You embrace the touch of the sun.
You embrace the cosmos.
You grow taller.
You get higher.
You extend to the horizon.
You expand your mind.
You burn brighter than the stars.
You glimmer in your colourful essence.
You outshine the rest.
You radiate the power within you.
You whither and squeal.
You long for strength.
You shrivel and burn.
You long to live.
You have bloomed
You are doomed
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
You start from a seed.
You are planted underneath.
You start in the womb.
You are planted inside.
You begin to peek.
You begin to seek.
You embrace the touch of the sun.
You embrace the cosmos.
You grow taller.
You get higher.
You extend to the horizon.
You expand your mind.
You burn brighter than the stars.
You glimmer in your colourful essence.
You outshine the rest.
You radiate the power within you.
You whither and squeal.
You long for strength.
You shrivel and burn.
You long to live.
You have bloomed
You are doomed
The flower of life.
