Shall we grow?

Shall we grow?

Is a priceless question.

I ask myself.

And I ask thee.

What for?

Crap isn't it?

Everything?

I go in a state of assumed consciousness.

Which turns everything redundant.

The long lost hope.

That is flickering.

To fulfill the lost dreams.

And imaginations.

Shall we come out of it?

Is it that necessary to grow?

Answers are just our green logic.

Yet to grow.

Yet to face all the seasons.

And the changes that it brings.

The journey that we travel.

The pain we take.

In maintaining everything.

Crap.

Isn't it?

Shall we grow?