Observations

These ones are stale and chapped

Ruled by carnal conformity

These ones are gathering empty bottles

While these tall, ghastly trees stare on

These ones are laughing about the past

Hiding tears of apprehension

These ones are frail and timid

Getting wasted and losing hope

These ones are free

No longer paralyzed by greed

These ones are fake

Yet of higher stake

These ones are determined

And they shall succeed

These ones are different

Basking in eunaimonia

This one doesn't know

This one won't know

Why these ones

Continue to grow