Start again,
  sweet flower child
  Be courageous enough to open
     the least aesthetically pleasing door
   decorated with keyless locks
         Spilling with unanswered questions
    
Throw your entire being into it
  Giving it no other choice but to come Crumbling down
    If only in attempt to break through
     The endless carefully placed obstacle
     That dare to mispronounce your name
      
Not to let anyone or anything
   lead you to believe
   the crown you inherited at birth
    made especially with your favorite flowers
Would fit on any other soul but your own

            

                        —turn the page to tomorrow