A path
yes a way
I asked me to meet
a desire
a dream
where it would be
reality
not for me to stop
but continued
along that way
which seemed as a path
whenever looked back

But me my lover
my merciless me
could bring a corpse to life
so were the desires
that would need rains
not just clouds that
sailed away

Such was the conflict
of the flower
it had desires
and sighs
it knew it had to
bring them to their
realization

Was it a path
or a game being played in my
madness
by me and my lover
me my merciless me