Years you gain,

wisdom not maturity,

And it can make you decay in ways you

never thought of.

Damage is a way to get you down

and make you say you can't do it.

Making you decomose slowly

day by day,

year by year,

word by word.

But you're a fossil with a philosophy

It's engraved in your bones.

Grow over your decaying self and

make it beautiful and worth a look.

With fowers of a thousand colors

Representing the knowledge you've gained

Because this life you have it's

just one.

Become the sight for future

generations.

Never let fustration eat you away.

Have motivation to flourish your

flowers.

Don't let the inflictions bury you deep away.

Have friction with education.

Don't let the weeds thrive.