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To me, a rose

A pedal, a thorn

Planted, burried

Grown, death and reborn

So goes the cycle throughout the days

Have babies, grow up

Get Old, weathered

Burried again



Is it so wrong of me to hate the cycles of life?

I have always wanted to stay young forever

Growing up seems too stressful to enjoy

So when do I get to turn back into a little boy?



I am just sick of the pesimistic views of life

I am sick of how you all seem to view it

I described you, I'll describe me

The way I want it- more maturity



Grow up already

I am through with fighting with you

I want a way out

Maybe it is time I take my chances



Born, grow up

Get tough, shut up

Age more, work 5 hours more

Routine is such a bore

Become old, get cold

Have your siblings take care of you

Slow breath, last test

Be lowered but still fly high



So goes the cycle of life