I once discovered
a garden bursting with colorful flowers.
It enchanted me that I walked..
and walked.. and walked.

When I got there,
I felt satisfied and secured.
And as the beautiful madness
of the butterflies' dance astounded me,
you created the world of 'us'.

But the ever-changing spectrum of impermanence
struck down everything I know.
Still, I continued walking down your garden.
I felt numb for a moment,
seeing the wounds carved through my flesh
by the thorns unseen
because it was brilliantly covered with perfection.

"Would you still continue walking despite the cuts?" asked the butterflies.

I felt the constant search for escape.
I'm now discontented.
The wounds are getting bigger and bigger.

"I don't know." is all I replied.