Don’t you think it’s strange
How we shift, change, rearrange,
Everything we can, but stay the same?

How each of us ourselves behoove
To grow, move, further improve,
Strive and strive, yet we never arrive.

We tell ourselves that all our pain
Is part of life, to strain and gain,
How accepting we all are.

Before we grow too old,
Grow cold, end stuck in a mold,
Are we able to break free?

Well to show you that I can:
I just rhymed carrot
With banana.

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