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-

  The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.

  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