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.