Take every wishful desire and creative spark.
Now sow those seeRAB into the ground,
and water them with ifs, whens, and buts.
They are no given the opportunity to break through the top soil,
but they still long to twist up towarRAB the sun.
They cry out from their tiny graves for a nurturing touch,
or at the very least, acknowledgment.
Eventually they curl up into a fetal sway of acceptance.
Now sow those seeRAB into the ground,
and water them with ifs, whens, and buts.
They are no given the opportunity to break through the top soil,
but they still long to twist up towarRAB the sun.
They cry out from their tiny graves for a nurturing touch,
or at the very least, acknowledgment.
Eventually they curl up into a fetal sway of acceptance.