A lived in land.
Where things are changed and rearranged.
Where the papers portents for tomorrows news.
In account of them,the magnificent commoners and all that they choose.

This lived in land.
An experience of worlds and making merriment
Full of memory triggers, where everyone sniggers,
discussing the times that are gone.

Existed in the land of experience a mirror.
It's broken now.
A million broken shards of heart.
They're shattered all around the flowers.

So how does your garden grow?
Perfection?
Not mine.
A recollection of flowers.
Battling springtime showers.
You hope they won't be washed away.
The memories,
The transgressions,
The diversionary tactics, from the path you once trod.
The one from which you stumbled blinded.
You stupid sod.
Piles of sods as the mound grew.
Blinded by the hair in your eye.
The winds somehow chewing your cheeks.
The self you acquired, caught hold of today.
(C) Livvi