Instead of picking flowers, we tread on top of waste
We spend our lives waiting for the start of a new day
The day begins now, let’s pick up those feet
No more dragging around or accepting defeat
Take time to smell those flowers and appreciate all that is now
No more excuses of not knowing how
You make an effort even if you’re unsure
Without even trying you won’t ever mature
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Grow up.