Flower

Nothing for now and for a while -- forever

Our feet seems to plod over uncommon, uneven ground, 

ever so freely taking us away from everything for a while 

At the top of the rigid, steep hill seems to be a single flower,

ever so freely guiding us to nowhere and nothing and that's okay 

But what's funny is that this ground is only meant for weeds, 

yet here we are, a flower for our sanity and our rememberance of being 

Alive, but ever so little we are, just as the flower is slowly browning,

slowly dying, now and forever over time, going nowhere 

Now and forever.

Author's Note

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