La la la, la la
La, la la

My dear child,
You have room to grow still
Venture out, free and wild
Sit not at the sill
Looking out at the world below
Remain not in woe
Move to the next season
For you need not a reason

Grow, deepen thy roots
Release the childhood leaves
Mature, reach for the stars
From your good works there shall be fruits
Yes, eventually one grieves
But all scars
Heal and tell thine tales
Greater than ever before
Leap o'er the rails
Above those who are a bore
Following no known road
Create one of your own
Like a frog out of cover of a toad.

- Jay M
April 10th, 2020