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Sometimes I feel as if I’m in the wrong space and time
Been waiting and standing forever in the wrong line
I’m not in pain, just uncomfortable and confused
There is nobody to blame, but I still feel abused
Mistreated and used
Although my hierarchy of needs
Has been met, my soul is down on its knees
Like a young dad, holding his crying newborn, unsure of her needs
When doubt is your only certainty, you reluctantly plant and water those seeds
Soon they grow roots, and sprout uncontrollably like weeds!
Before you know it
Rows of insecurity bloom into a garden, so you just grow it!
Protect, water and mow it
Harvest its fruits, consume and enjoy it!
So Comfortable with that once uneasy feeling, now it’s all that you love and know
Aren't you glad that you stayed and just let it grow?
