I was once a delicate flower,
blissfully unaware of ice
and never have i held
nature’s bony hand.

Born with an invasive streak
the flower of I gets everywhere now
oceans do not stop that flower.

And the flower has so many uses
and it just gets older and blossoms
from green vines into plumes of
purple patches.

With a knack for interference
and a resolve to end hangovers
through experience.

At night, if you're quiet
and you really listen out
you can hear the sound of me growing up.