Golden Apples
We get golden apples most of the time
But when we get a rotten apple it blows our minds.
Toss it to the side
And get back in stride
So everything has been going extra smooth
And one bad apple has caused you to drink booze?
People please
We all need a little dirt to grow
And with that dirt, unexpected circumstances
We begin to analyze things we never knew
And now we know
No happy-go-lucky all the time
But dire situations can change our minds
Our eyes will open and no longer be blind to change
Because it only means we need to change our lanes
We’ll find middle ground, neither high nor low
And that’s when we all begin to grow.
And our golden apples will continue to flow
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