Don't get lost in your jaded reverie,
your maze of memories are
full of thorns and poison ivy,
the greenery isn't looking too lively,
i.e it's enervated, but benign.
hurry while you still have time.
Break out of your trance,
it's up to you to water your plants,
let your gleam of righteousness
ambient the rotting irises;
liven the greenery of your mind.
You're a weeping willow
looking dismally droopy,
but prominent and full of life,
like a radiant ruby tinted rose,
a dynamic meadow.
May your journey end in triumph,
never let anyone cut you down to a stump,
before you embark on your trek,
scan and scour,
for you have the power,
you just need to wake up and
smell
the
flowers.
—
5/6/23
10:42 PM
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