It was one of those times
So caught up in the moment
That I don’t even know
I don’t know where I am
But I know exactly where to go
It was one of those moments
Where everything’s in slow-mo
And then I found what I was looking for

I knocked on the door
I entered the room
I walked to the flower
To watch her bloom
And then she said:

“Oh paint me a picture
But don’t use colours
Just use words
Please paint me the prettiest thing
I’ve ever heard”

I opened my mouth to speak
But my voice wasn’t strong
It was just too weak
What I wanted to say
Was how beautiful she looked
In the light of the day
But instead
I said
“I’ll be back soon”
So I rushed from the room
Right back into the gloom

So I rushed to my house
All I grabbed was a pen and some paper
Before I went away
Off to return to her

When I re-found the room
I entered it
And the flower she looked up
And I could’ve sworn she smiled a bit

Seeing I was back
She asked if I’d found what I’d lacked
I nodded and she said:

“Oh draw me a drawing
But don’t use lines
Just use letters
Oh please draw me something
Anything and I’ll feel better”

I handed her the piece of paper
And she read what it said:

“There’s nothing wrong with you my dear
Don’t let your feet anchor you to the ground
There’s nothing for you to fear
So come with me and we’ll escape this town
We’ll get outta here
If we let ourselves outgrow our bindings then we won’t be held down
There’s no need for tears
So…”

The flower asked me why
What was it meant to say
Then came my reply
“So just take my hand”.