even if the storm passes me, it still affects someone i may know
to see a flower blooming where it chose to grow sends a message: hope
hidden in plain sight surprises aren’t, really if we understand
we don’t need to guess what a boat is, even when sitting on dry land
if we act too soon it won’t be right, wait too long and we’ll bake garbage
trapped behind a fence the flower rests against it and blooms anyway
dark clouds move quickly but because we’re warned, the storm isn’t a surprise
a disease will spread as far and fast as it can until there’s a cure
on a pedestal all we can see is the strength and never the flaws
the mushroom can grow only if all of the right conditions are met
uptown jack 