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The Flowers of Destiny
Living as a flower of destiny on a fragrant road of nostalgia,
And the darkness and abyss that follows all of us on our path,
And throughout our life we try with such strife but only sometimes in lies.
The flowers dream in lucid dreams and they silently have their own life.
A mystic chi of the world keeps them to arrive and alive.
While the people may not see the flowers as living, the flowers have lives as lively as can be.
In the midst of their dreams, they do not act as flowers,
But the very humans that destroy them as much as they hate.
They resent the humans but they know they do not know them.
They only feel the pain of their nightmares,
Within the community, a growing hatred would spread for the humans.
They would have dreams of murdering the humans, over and over and over again…
They would have no resentment towards doing so despite the brutality,
After all it was only their dreams, right?
The world could only know just as much with human dreams,
But why? Why even live just to be crushed by the madness of randomness.
Being picked away to die, and even if such flower was replanted.
Why even think of this thought when our lives are so great?
Still, why even bother with the chance of nightmares?
In the midst of these sorrows many legends came along with me to try to calm the flowers down.
All this time would pass and— months would go by, then years, and then decades,
But the flowers were all being picked away from the world that they most desolately now knew.
Within the tragedy of death, the sorrows are alive,
And the problem now– is the sadness of their lives.
Yet they kept dreaming,
and they kept on believing,
And they just kept going for the rest of their lives.
lyric kestrel