when the one flower i sincerely wanted to save, withers..
and i'm the very cause of it.
then the gentle breeze assures a kind thought for myself i should spare.
digress with the weight of the world resting upon my shoulder.
the tiresome drops of perspiration that leads to the same old familiar exasperation.
and amongst the bed of dried petals,
i found the rarest of them all.
yet the mirror spoke with shining concern that i seek not with wisdom,
instead with folly drenched in liquor.
funny how the crystals shines just as bright as diamond.
get the drift.
yet finally found the one comfortable spot under the shady palm tree,
i get questioned for not taking on the tsunami once again.
so sick of the never ending track,
that stroll i rather on the outskirts of town.
concern,
perhaps.
duty,
i admit.
but e tears spoke otherwise,
confused,
more like it.
the dwindling scent,
coffee if i must.
joke,
it must be.
for the shadows never seem to take a break.
well,
i shall on behalf.
into the dense woods,
where the adventure that lies ahead not,
but the unforeseen journey rather.
because with the right hand in place,
nothing hinders,
not even the toughest race.
at least, i reckon..

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