In a field
In a dream
There
So, it seems
So, it may be
A rose
Brightest red
Not dead
Alive
Growing wild
Man
Is this child
Walking alone
The path before
Quite dark
Way ahead
A future
Not so far behind
A past
Trying to escape
One step at a time
All around
There are trees
Not green
All below
There is ground
Cold, lifeless
Spiteful
No path is true
No direction is fair
But then again
There
In a field
In a dream
There
So, it seems
So, it may be
A rose
Brightest red
Not dead
Alive
Like me
Like life
Still
There is a chance
Hope
Disguised
As a growth
When nothing
Could or has ever
Grown before
The closer I get
Each step
The previous darkness
Is kept
Where it has been
When it should be
The pain remains
But the closer I get
The more I forget
The less I regret
Naïve is such hope
But I feel it anyway
Truth be told
In some way
Unexplained
I know
Understanding
As I go
It is because
Of that rose…
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