Bananas are a fruit I've dried alot, snacking on them with tetris, room so hot

Yet by the next day what do i got? Cold...

My computer growing slowly old-er

My mind changing, moves growing bold, bolder-

Yet who am i? Cannot lie, im the same

I haven't grown much, my growth is so lame

This curse of forgetfullness still remains

Living in a life like withering fruit

Older yet still not flute' in many skills

Growing, stilling, always drilling... yet... no...

Growth...

Stagnation