You speak as if we are an orchard
And you’d have us all bearing fruits
But it’s one thing to look at the branches
Another the soil at the roots.
You want us to grow and develop
And that’s all very good I suppose
But we can’t really force that to happen
Because fruit just naturally grows.
My hair’s getting longer each minute
Because I try to healthily eat
But I can’t make it do it by wanting
Or stop when it reaches my feet.
Our lives ARE for being productive
But we’re not just “producing or dead”
Let’s not talk of hothousing people
Let’s flourish as free range instead.