Flowers - Poetry

𝔄𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯

Wisdom...

They think they know everything...

But, do they really know anything...?

They think they do...

They underestimate your power...

And, think you're gullible, and gonna fall into their  trap...

But, no..

I won't fall into it...

I'll walk over it like it was nothing, and I won't fall down...

 Count up your portions...

Count up your checks...

Count them up, before you tell me I'm wrong, and then come all at my neck...

When are you gonna stop with your 'Cool Dramatics' ?

I'm not inspired by your foolish practice...

Butter your bullshit, Set up your fence..

'Cause I'm just a chicken giving you the egg? 

Soon your going to see that you're breath was wasted...

Don't speak to soon on the doubts your making...

A big deal out of a little thing....

Why should I try to conform with formulated path men..?

When, Clearly all my instincts lead to something...

More Magical...

Am I just a Rose...?

Because, It seems like that's your goal...

You push us past our limits, just to watch our roses grow

Oh, I need a reason why I'm looked at like a joke..

Until, I prove you wrong, I plan on time comes before and

All your stupid teachings, and your criticism lack...

The potential to penetrate my one and only path..

To decide what my future is?

I'm unconvinced, boy and..

There's no controlling me, imagination's on a set...

Drink me like soda, creme, but Of Course... 

Use all your words to extract from the source

Oh, Where's all the burn when the paper happens?

Leave me alone in my own concoction...

Pricking all My fingertips to crave out many roads...

Pushing out the battles from the thought of what I know....

Am I just a flower? 

'Cause it seems like that's your goal...

You push me past my limits, just to take all that I know...

But, Oh, I need a reason why I'm looked at like a joke...

Until, I prove you wrong, I plan on time comes before and...

All your bullshit teaching, and your criticism lack...

You push me down, you think it's that easy, you think it's like a path?

To decide what my future is..?

No boy, I won't come down...

There's no controlling me, Imagination's on a set...

They replaced...

Their search for knowledge...

With many material gains...

They like the tenderness...

Of the sensitive...

Empathetic bodies crying from the pain...

But, It's too late...

To grow their frame...

When, my mind seems that it's already made...

No, you're still arguing...

With someone who doesn't....

Wanna prioritize Birthing of Creation...

Am I just a flower...?

Am I just a flower...?

Am I just a flower....?

Am I just a flower...?

Am I just a flower? 'Cause it seems like that's your goal...

You push us pass our limits just to watch our flowers grow...

Oh, I need a reason why I'm looked at like a joke...?!

Until, I prove you wrong, because our time comes all before and...

All my intuition says : 'As Expansion comes first'

But, not just by material...

I'm talking 'bout in here...

My heart-space, and My Cranium, must be loved to my dear....

Don't push me to the edge until I'm useless, and can't feel...