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