Bloom

Why does it matter if it doesn't bloom?
You know the soil that it planted roots in
Didn't have a thing to do with it
Quick to check the growth but you will never see a spurt
If you keep looking every time your insecurities emerge

It's tough to know just where you're headed (oh)
The wind will blow your ship right in the opposite direction
There's no better time than now to change the course in which it's fixed to
Pause the record of the voice that just repeats saying you're in too deep (in too deep)
You're just soaking your feet (let them be)
That notion's obsolete
Only thing stopping you is thinking that victory comes without achieving defeat

It shouldn't matter if it doesn't bloom
You know the soil that it planted roots in
Didn't have a thing to do with it

To being manic with a calm mind
Believing antics given all signs
Only in entrapment will you then find
That you got the guts to cut ties
Easy to ignore when it's been benign
You won't recognize but it's fine
Just don't blame the sky when it cries
Its sadness makes the world thrive

I put it all in the walls
So if i were to cave it'd lose structure (it wasn't built well in the first place)
Had I just seeked a home in a place that was abandoned
I might be better off but that's not how it had happened
Now i am inhabited by every single "if" and "what" as if i were a lad again
The binding of my thoughts together acting as a catalyst
Overanalyzing to a point where you would question if I need psyche analysis

Why should it matter if it doesn't bloom (it wasn't meant to)
You know the soil that it planted roots in
Didn't have a thing to do with it
Quick to check the growth but you will never see a spurt
If you're obsessing every time your insecurities emerge