Walking along
I thought to myself
Of different things,
Inhuman things
Religious things
And things of death
My most memorable thought
Before I forgot
About what I was thinking
Was of flora
And flowers
And when they shed their petals
They are just like us
Because their petals leave
And flutter away in the wind
Just like a friend leaving
Forever and never ever
Seeing them again
That is what I thought
Before I slept
And forgot about everything
Now may I ask you,
Who was I speaking of?