…tired…
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Flowers blossomed among a mess, only in my mind
It was strange, but they looked for what I could never find
A journey somehow yet not taken
The path shown was, not one mistaken
Leading to where I thought I’d already gone before
I saw a path, to something more
Unsure what lies beyond, I moved with the flow of each flower
The area somehow, felt sour
I saw just a glimpse of a dream I once held dear
It was beautiful, though, layered with fear
No shadows came from anything that grew
It was all unknown, but the feeling, I somehow knew
As I lied down, in this haunting flowerbed
Strange familiar voices, echoed in my head
As I was back, where, I didn’t know
I was just here, for this priceless show