The flower that will not its blossom raise,
To meet the infinite sky above its head,
For fear of being burned by scorching rays,
Is not too far from wilting away into nothing.
Take today, lift your head so the galaxy may know,
And see you for your true self as you are,
Fear not whay lies above or creeps deep below,
Because you will be crtiticized regardless,
Of whether or not you choose to live well.