The flowers speak for me
With their colors so bright
Lost in my thoughts
I’m only able to write

I often struggle for words
Each misplaced in my head
Rambling discourses of chaos
Are what come out instead

The flower, it’s determined
To flourish it needs rain
For me though it’s different
I need to overexplain

I wish to be like the flowers
For no memory they bear
Ah, to bloom like the irises
And breathe a breath of fresh air

(Written for the painting titled ‘Lost In My Thoughts’)