When I was Zero

I was no Hero

When I was One

My song the Hills Sung

When I was One

I heard the Chorus

When I was Two

You could say I was Primed and Green

When I was Three

I began to see what life could be

When I was Five

I was Truly Alive

Eventually I turned Eight

Life had never been so great

I remember when I was Thirteen

Kids had never been so mean

Fast Forward to 21

Drunk Legal Fun

Soon I’ll be 34

And I have no clue what’s in store

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I hope I’m Alive

Living out some Golden life of Fantasy

If I turn 89

I’ll celebrate with vintage wine

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I wouldn’t want to live that long

Because I wouldn’t be a Cherry Tree

They can live to be Two Hundred and Thirty Three you know

Blossoming in Number like Three Hundred Seventy Seven Twigs off a branch

Or Six Hundred Ten roots curling out beneath the grass

I think that nine hundred and eighty seven cherry trees should line Washington’s Water Mirror Walkway

And maybe one day

I’ll write a speech that has One Thousand Ninety Seven words

But in case you didn’t already figure it out

Or Incase you Forgot

It all starts with Zero

And that’s No Lie