Lost time
Lost summers
Forgotten meadows
Forgotten meaning
An empty place
A lonely void
Outside summer
Inside winter
I was never meant to flower
Just being here
Letting life pass me by
While the lilacs blossoms
Gravel and Dust
Flowering
Life is a beautiful illusion
A place of confusion
Reaching its shores
I found my self
Full of confusion
No meaning only overreached
Producing bountiful amount
Few goes into bloom
Even fewer become fruits
And almost no one
Of all manifolds
Becomes a tree
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Flowering
Long time ago
I had the idea of flowering
To have flow being creative
But I did not find
My strength here
And succumb to other
People’s desires
Trying to please
And being a part
Always losing out
No flowering for me
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