I dream I’m bathing in a field
Decorated with flowers
Who wear rose colored glasses
Weaving their scents into my hair
While shy petals gather
To welcome a newborn

I lay in the same place
The burned left their ashes
In the same place
A sacrifice was made
to provide nourishment For new life

The flowers are stuck deep
in the soil. Paralyzed
Cursed by their roots
Never learning beauty
Beyond the sun

Perhaps they’re
are better off that way
Not being mocked by fate
Unbothered by anticipation
And having only one ending

Where I'm from clocks
Tik and alarms ring
I’m robbed of my own time
Experiencing not one
But a thousand endings
I long to be rooted  with the flowers

But my dream was no escape
A bulletproof glass pane
Keeps mind and space
From bickering throughout the day
Repeatedly pulling me out
Of the steep crater in mars
I always tend to stumble in

Time frittered away
My thoughts became demanding
Break the glass
The words echoed in my head
only coming in
Screams of orange and red

I try not to stomp on
Words already withered
By the mouths of others
But the sounds were Infuriating
Its Bulletproof I said
But my mouth Only
spoke in whispers

My dads tool kit
Lay open on the table
The smell of cracking dirt
And rusting wrenches
Reminded me of the park
Where flowers surrendered
To my feet
I excuse myself of the guilt
Telling myself
Flowers are forgiving

My actions became instinctive
I grabbed a hammer
I broke the glass
All in honor of my younger self
Begging for justice

I couldn't help it
For too long
I was handed blatant truths
In the form of naive butterflies
Trapped in netted cages

Perfect the world thinks
Another infomercial
Confirming my actions
Are merely of human nature

I crawled through
The open space separating
hope and suburban ruin
I saw motherly trees
hugging the flowers
With care and protection
As I watched in envy

the flower adjacent To me
Read my expression like a book
Interpreting each word one by one
I was perceived pure and raw
Like an egg carrying the innocent
No longer were my words
Scrambled and fried
spared like leftover
Dinner on a sunday afternoon

Finally I was handed
Rose-colored glasses
As I put them on
And entered metamorphosis
It felt like Math expressions
Simplifying

Now I’m with the flowers
In a place where the sky never
Sheds a tear
Where the clouds make way
For the sun whose smile
Never fades