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The Boy And His Flower

It is a social circumstance

A boy and his flower

Arguing against the winds of time

Oh how troubling the world is

With the winds chasing an introvert

For I see this lonely boy in the womb

And tomorrow builds houses for the weary

In times of trouble

And there lives a boy who feels uncertain

About the future that remains bright

Yet only he can stand

The distant rains of tomorrow

For only a boy and his flower are inconsistent

With a world that is left behind.