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Left in the corner for the wall to hold
Lack of sunlight and water so from the shadows I mold
Lurking from my cracking disappearing stupper I crawl, wobble, then flip
Feeling something like a LSD, caffeine, skittle trip
Tripped in front of a fan
Blown away into the trashcan
Struggling my body transforms to balance out my permanent visit
My body starts going through changes to balance out this new metamorphosis
I grew wings so I don't know what's instore
A sudden twitch causes my wings to flutter and fall as I hit the floor
Inquisitive and intrigued expressions grow across my face as I reach to look beyond the door
Nothing but pessimistic , various paths of wild hibiscus with self-moving thorns and optomistic snakes too
Sorry for the morose view
But it's survival of the fittest so what path should I choose
Better get moving quick because if you snooze you lose
