You'll grow out of it,
Like a snake
From
Its skin.

You'll see the light

Fade

To black
Because

You'll grow from mismanaged

Attacks.

You'll grow out of it,
Like a clam
Whose rotted from its
Shell.

You'll see the life you've lead
Will seems as if
All ones actions were controlled
By some kind of

Spell.

You'll grow out of it,
Like a bear
From its den.

When asked to leave
This place
You'll simply say,

When?

You'll grow out of it,
Like lovers so
Often do.

There's nothing
Permanent
In this world,

Not even

Special old You.

You'll grow out of it,
Like we all will,
Through and through.

Let the rain fall.
Let the wind blow.
Let the hot knife of life
Slide into you
Like it would

Through freshly fallen

Snow.