Immaturity is a tree inside us,that burns as we age
Pettiness is a poisonous sap, that burns within the tree
The smoke clouds the mind from common sense
Filling their head with illusions, only the truth will destroy
So one fuels the flames and lives in a fantasy
They continue to let the tree burn
Then, pass it on for their kids to do the same
Unless someone accepts the truth, douse the flames, and lets something new blossom
Filling their mind with purity
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PoetryPoems written by me, don't really got a cover atm. Poems can be interpreted differently. My opinions are my business so don't judge me bassed off how you interpret my poem. Ima publish my poems whenever I write them and think they're good enough to...
