54- The Invisible Flower

When I was younger I was a foolish blind I thought that love was everywhere .. I remember how I could easily fall in love For beautiful eyes But fake cold and dry For long and shiny hair But growing over an empty mind For the way a girl was walking But she didn't really know where .. For practically anything and Nothing at the same time And you can imagine That by these standards I could have fallen In love with anybody ..

Later on in life, I understood That the external beauty Isn't really important And that the beautiful words might Hold different meanings That happiness can mean hurt And sadness can mean joy .. I understood that all the flowers Are really the same That they all look alike That they all have their own scent And that they all must lose their beauty One day ..

But I'm almost certain That it must exist A special flower somewhere One that will always look beautiful In my eyes, pur in my heart No matter how long she must live One that gives her scent To me and only me And shares her nectar Only with me ..

So like a bee I fly everyday Between fields and mountains Looking for my special rose But I find myself being disgusted By all the perfumes of sick flowers And I get dizzy by all the fraudulent colors ..

I look at the other bees And I see them drooling over roses Or fighting over the same flowers Sucking their nectars And leaving them half naked .. But the flowers don't care And they crave for more They don't mind if they are Being raped everyday ..

So I try to travel farther Using my imagination Maybe I can shape A real understanding Of a real flower A heavenly being With a pure character Invisible to all But showing me her soul ..

The more I search The more I understand That in order to produce The purest honey The purest love I'll have to travel farther To meet my soulmate The one and the only one The Invisible flower ..

“You're too good for this world, and because of that the world will eventually crush you.” ― Paul Auster, Invisible