Walked in the rain
While you were asleep
Went to buy flowers
Which you never bought for me
Funny but I’m the one
Who’s always buying flowers
And now I’m looking at them
Staying on my table
Flowers which name I don’t even know
And I’m thinking
That we’re quite alike
Me and them
As I feel like a plant in here
Having quite enough for existing
But not really living
Just dreaming of living honestly
While looking through the glass door
At the other plants on my terrace
Which unlike me
Can’t go anywhere from here
And the only thing left
Is to accept their reality
But unlike them
I’m the human
And humans tend to have desires
And I don’t want to put my roots in here
And be like other plants on my terrace