My situation is funky
But not on the groovy side
I have the power to **** you
Or open up your third eye

I grow in ****
I thrive in it
I'm no newborn
Been around since Genesis

They used my shape for warfare
But symbolism landed with a thud
They consumed me with flowers in their hair
Cause even the lotus grows in mud

I am incomprehensible
I am ancient
I'm not on the fence, I'm no vegetable
I'm not yours for the taking

Eve said I should only exist in autumn
Before the harsh winds blow from winter's call
Adam said humans don't know **** about me
But without me, they wouldn't exist at all

Does this ring any bells?
Does this sound any alarms?
(I am the disease and I am the cure
I'm the duality between your arms)