I lie to myself for the resonance of others.
What matters to you means little to me.
Fairly sob mothers, I've watched all my life.
I work against the powers of the arrows,
-potions, serums, and drugs.
I live for myself internally.
and please what is necessary externally.
No one desires the muck from which the rose grows best,
but they desire the rose regardless.
I wish to pick all the flowers that sprout
and water them forever more without the
wilting of others.
I only possess so much water.
I conform by farming the less.
I tend to one to make it the most beautiful.
Often it is against my nature.
I'll never know the life of a great grower
but in creating one thing acceptable,
I am fine.
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 12:49 AM UTC
I lie to myself for the resonance of others.
What matters to you means little to me.
Fairly sob mothers, I've watched all my life.
I work against the powers of the arrows,
-potions, serums, and drugs.
I live for myself internally.
and please what is necessary externally.
No one desires the muck from which the rose grows best,
but they desire the rose regardless.
I wish to pick all the flowers that sprout
and water them forever more without the
wilting of others.
I only possess so much water.
I conform by farming the less.
I tend to one to make it the most beautiful.
Often it is against my nature.
I'll never know the life of a great grower
but in creating one thing acceptable,
I am fine.
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