Maturity
The world revolves around me.
They listen when I'm silent
and they're quiet when I shout.
From a seed to a sprout.
I hate the crowd, the noises.
A bunch of thick-headed nuisances.
I'm better, but they don't believe.
The sprout forms the leaves.
I love to please the people.
Their praises feed my ego
but I don't sleep well at night.
A flower blooms bright.
The world and I co-exist,
we'll fight then make it up.
Mindfulness is an attribute.
The flower bears fruit.
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