Necessity? Or Nature?

Like that tiny bud blooming by,

You've slowly soared high and high;

Fancy petals that made you temporarily smile,

Metamorphosising to tough from fragile!

Was it truly a tussle from fragile to tough?

Wasn't your earlier struggle evidently enough?

Attachments were your ultimate consequence,

Shifting your struggled tranquillity to only tense.

Habits alter and dependences increase,

Till the point, your existence seems to cease.

Ripping off all your vein's blood, they leave-

Leaving you with sighs alone to heave.

Voids were always constant, now or then,

Cycling until you fall into snares of delusion, once again!