Every acorn wants to become a tree
Without blistering its bark
Every archer wants to hit the bullseye
Before ever missing their mark,
Trying to evolve without growing
And show them all you’ve got nothing to prove.
This shaking inside of me,
Is it the stirrings of what I'll grow into
Or am I just cold
And is there a difference?
I’m too scared of not being believe…
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