"i am the product of my environment,
and i cannot change where i was born;
my mother has thorns,
and my father is a weed,
while my sisters sprouted so big,
so the wind would transfer their seeds.
i managed to grow in the hard cracked mud,
and i always managed to stare at the sun.
i was not defined by the location i was from,
and when the birds sung thats when i begun;
i searched for a place more comfortable to be,
got stuck in a field where there was not dreams.
i stayed there awhile because it was new to me,
i stayed because the other flowers were just as beautiful as me.
where were they from, and why did they run?
maybe they felt safer accepting less for none.
they traveled on their own,
and the world is so big,
i ended up in the same place,
all by smoking one cig.
i want to leave and maybe i will,
but after the cig i took one pill.
after the pill, the day's gone past,
i didn't feel much different so whats one wine glass.
a line will kill the time,
and tomorrow i'll make it mine,
ill change my location and leave my old friends behind.
some days i miss them so i will visit them back,
tell them i'm finally doing well,
but then realized they didn't ask.
"dont you have family?"
"why do you ask?"
"because why do you come here, you have the whole world, make it last."
i planted my seed, to grow and be free,
but i never had love that was given to me.
one day i'll change,
one day i'll be brave,
i've stayed here so long that i thought about changing my name."



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