I sit here like a stump forever wanting leaves.
The seeds rooted deep in complacency
Due to another person's greed.
To water, feed and tender to my growth
Knowing there is a secret agenda
Very undertoned which I can't see
The need you have for me
A little too far gone as the Autumn leaves
Changing every single day
But so beautiful, what comes may
A different season for me to bloom
Or forever remain a secret psychedelic
Picked alive like mushrooms.
