Pavement of Repetition Part 2

You were so full of life and uniqueness and inspiration to those like me looking for a voice to cry out and be oneself, shuffle off such mortal coil and fly high above the elements of repetition. Yet I saw your roots now, they run deep, breaking free from the cold pavement and saw life jetting up You friend are birthed, live die and are born anew in all uniqueness. You don't conform to one mold but are willing to change with the seasons of life and just be. Be green Be red Be brown Be puke-green Be old Be young Be new Be you you are the teacher of this poem Be yourself and look up from the pavement of repetition