The grass in my garden is all green, even the flowers seem so happy, remind me of Charlie Sheen Creepers run along the fence, tangled together, becoming the wall's defense But here I am on a table, scribbling all I can Thinking Bawdy and trying to be all Insane. Did I make the same mistake twice? The thorn, it seems to be the perfect person for an advice Even though he is ugly & sharp, hes still the wind to the harp This is on the nose what makes me envious to the Rose With a blink of an eye, can be with whosoever he chose The last time I looked at him,Yes the rose, he was grinning at me with a yellow laugh thy leaves so well planned like a scientist's growth graph Makes me marvel, wish I could be like that rising one But Wait! It makes more sense if I compare myself with that corner cactus Not a rising star but one of those B Grade bollywood actress I stood up, pushed away the chair in utter sadness as the escala's escalating music raised in my head, Someone told me once all the stories in world are already written and well read. Just then I saw the firefly passing by, black wings, grey body and a luminous tie It seemed as if it spoke to me in some language which I think was Greek "The Cactus you see, is the smartest of all Geeks" Amazed with what he said, I started walking around and just then when I was about to give up on thought, it came like an ultrasound How could I be such a dolt? It was simple, Should have been in my head by default Our Mr. Corner Cactus is the independent one so aware He keeps all the food & water saved with him at the time of despair This is who I am, not the shiny one, but the one with a rare talent I don't need your money, food or the water in gallons Independent...you see,I can live on any soil that I am sown I don't need no support, I have a shape of my own Wait for it...Come back...Look at me, WHEN I am all GROWN.