Oh, how much I have learned, yet
denying what I know.
Meanwhile it is you, my beautiful friend,
who continues to pretend,
that all the blame lands at my door.
Oh, how far this has come; too far past
the point of enough; time spent.
You've been searching for way too long.
Time has been wasted on fear. Therefore,
I have to take up the slack for another.
I have blossomed while the beautiful stem
right next to me has just become a bud.
Should I hold back, so the other can catch up; for, you have chosen to censor your own growth
by choosing status quo.
I have long since known the truth;
it is Golden.