We are the apples that fell far from the tree
rattled and shook,
The fruits that rose from the diseased seeds
the ones the grower forsook,
We missed the farmers harvesting season
but here by hook or crook,
So our difference is grave treason
much talked off lips and books
The late comers
The trend setters
The pace setters
The dream makers
The obvious circles out of the boxes
Alternative, divergent and reckless
The next label is what your guess is
I speak for
The late comers
The trend setters
The pace setters
The dream makers
Wormed up apple fruits
survived poison and the uproot
Made bitter sweet and sour good
Keep pruning, I keep growing
These weeds you see in a cemetery,
dark and morbid,
It's a forgotten orchid
From an apple that fell far from the tree.
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