Everyone was once dependent on someone,
but that should only be for the short run.
Because one always becomes more experienced with time,
the others will find out about their chimes.
How they are different from others, unique,
in the way they learn, in the way they speak,
in the things they are able and willing to do.
As one's green, when someone else is blue.
But somehow, something once demanded
everyone to be the same, exactly how it wanted.
As we grow up in nothing but constraints,
there quickly comes a time to shed off the paint.
With a puzzle, with an artwork,
everyone shows their own perks.
But, for others try to prevent,
one only becomes more and more bent,
until they break apart,
until what's left is no longer smart.
Unable to see the world in their own way,
unable to add color to things only fading to gray.
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The Transition of a Life
PoetryAs children are born, they have an immense ability and will to learn about everything they come across! As they look, listen, feel and do what they want to, their discoveries and experiences are vital for all their later life! However, they are quic...
