Your mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds.

You can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds.

To whichever you choose

Choose with will

For you see if you do not

There is sure to be evil up the hill

You must keep growing no matter the stakes

Too much water

Too much sun

You mustn’t break

Don’t let yourself get pulled in from the whispers of greed

For then you will become a weed

Do not disguise yourself as a blue violet

Because with the expanse

Your life will not be private

Put in the work

Go outside

Water your soil

So in return you don’t spoil

Your mind is the only place in which you truly have to yourself

So for your sake and yours alone

Make it a place that in your words you would call a home.