Incognito was my game,
until no one could remember my name.
Drama free all of the time,
until lacking attention became a crime.
Crushing on a star in my eyes,
until it came and broke my skies.
Wishing everything was well,
but left alone in a forgotten hell.
Shedding petals pretty in color,
defined in their detail,
make art as they hover..
No tie to each other,
although they're connected,
one moves, all move,
cause they all get affected.
A part of the tree living life as a family.
But some fall and go shedding the tree,
what a tragedy.
To time cometh their woe and to woe comes great wisdom.
Some petals great,
but all are a part of the kingdom.
I held on to the foreshadowed results of a life without fun,
but all it took to change my mind was the warm light kiss that came from the sun.
Sometimes I focus on perpetually inevitable doom,
but often the time that's stolen by the trees,
and life around me that may bloom.
So if my woes are petals,
then so are my joys,
which some may shift and change,
and sometimes appear coy.
Because life is a place plentiful of joys and woes,
what comes will and eventually goes.