I have never seen,
The world in a beautiful scene,
As it changes constantly,
I feel as if the world is lying to me about who I am,
Why shall I be, a part of the crowded summary of the book called earth
And haven't understood why I am a daffodil
Seen the growth of the rest of them and sometimes enjoying it,
Because I haven't grown yet.
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