She sits there and stares at the flowers
Many colors combined to shine a reflection of higher powers.
What can she do? She cannot question this fate.
The color is there. Who would not believe this natural trait?
Where does the mind begin to inquire?
Is there no end to this madness?
A continuous labyrinth of opened endings that require first the mind, then the body, then a complete wholeness.
Those flowers, they eventually ease her mind.
The thoughts run slower giving up to something faster.
She cannot compete and outlast this continuous grind.
She is but one thought, a mind temporarily plastered.
She sits and with easy eyes
Sees the flowers' colors emerge from hiding.
Her mind is slow but does realize
She only needed time...this time the world and its rules abiding.
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