Like an unwanted weed, grow, Like a little sleeping seed. Will somehow be uprooted No sooner than it's sprouted, Tarnish the spell of dark- Sunlight when you need, Grow like an unwanted weed. Supplicating times arise, Survival, generation, reprise So bow down and plead, Grow like an unwanted weed. Come up, and do your task. Later they don't ask- If you fail or you succeed. Grow like an unwanted weed. All you have at hand is what To yourself you command. Blood was so you'd bleed. Grow like an unwanted weed. In survival and its fight, What's fit is what has might. Some day you will concede. Grow like an unwanted weed.
Mostly I brush life off my shoulder when it falls gently from a tree, or when it grows from my shirt like lint. Mostly i sigh it away like a laugh from an unfounded joke or a waft of extra air in speech. Except sometimes.