petals grow in frozen trees,
shapes and colors more beautiful than those in spring;
a tree dies, a belief,
as soon as they are born.
no one cares, no one sheds a tear,
and the roads get paved,
crowds shout in anger…
all pleading affection, attention; a plea to be seen.
(never cared for that, never cared for this.)
mistook myself for an egomaniac;
caring only for the dance of leaves,
and movies outside of the boundaries where conscious mind reaches.
let them go,
let them die,
let them screw their brains in ways you can never imagine to be real.
they were made for that,
you are made for this.