nothing else matters the flower blooms for itself not for our pleasure
the weight of the world is an oppressive burden yet you’re still smiling
taking a shortcut can help win the here and now but not the long game
the sun finds a gap briefly igniting colors before moving on
it’s better “out there” so we continue our search ignoring “in here”
a small rebellion it’s the break in formation that we notice first
we pretend as if the sky is undecided it’s indifferent
it’s a place of peace that doesn’t require space only a belief
in a hectic day a strangers hand can provide a moment of peace
changing day to night the skies open with a roar and quickly vanish
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