Folly in Our Flowerbeds
Folly in Our Flowerbeds
In the age of self-growth,
We are destined for one thing only:
Ignorance.
The ability to reject the very real circumstances
That uproot our ideals.
However, we remain steadfast in our own departure
To the mainland, heaven, or ecstasy we crave.
To the climax of our glow ups.
To the pedals blooming in spring.
We yearn for something better.
Yet, we individually are unaltered
By the world around us.
We sink our roots in too quickly
Without sifting the soil or checking its fertility.
We remain intolerable to the seeds that wilt
Or even flourish.
We are ignorant.
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