Oh yes, I see the flora
But it is black, white, and grey.
And when I close my eyes,
The colors magnify, intensify,
Until suddenly they aren't flowers anymore,
But forgotten faces, forgotten dreams
Pleading for remembrance, revival
Only to receive rejection
From this cold heart of mine.
You are the past, and I am the present!
No, they whisper, we are the future.
Where you see beauty,
I see a skeleton of lies.