One grows from the flesh that does from within
A constant evolve a constantly thing
If we are lucky when we make it to 5
This noise from child hood has timed us to thrive
Our noises and names and faces of place
Last in our mind for the rest of these days
At 9 we come calmer but focused as most
For the toys of our shelves are what we love most
These things will then pass as the schoolyards do scream
By 12 we all wish life were merely a dream

It is the age that we reach that makes means to the ends
But this all depends on insignificant friends
They are your rules, they are your air
You appease them, some more for the concern of their cares
For the want to submit to the pressure so peer
But why would one want to live with such fears
Ah, to be peerless is truly an arrogant gain
You sacrifice friends and yourself still remains
Hardly diluted, hardly said sane
It makes us smarter and closer to graves.

-Germaine, Open-Mic Night 2