They say.
Write your story, they say,
Define your path.
Make all your choices, they say,
And choose them right.
Go be a teenager, they yell,
Go on have fun!
Go dance in the rain, they yell,
but don’t get wet!
Seeds and soil they give you,
With a week for the flower to grow.
Only one thing they have forgotten;
The water.
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