Books & Flowers

Flowers pressed between the pages of a book never read

Whatever lies on the path never taken?

Never believed, no, the lies most blatant

Yet protecting ourselves from the worlds harshest truths

Denied again and again 'til our faces go blue

What could ever grow from a broken youth?

But one who sees possibility in every path to choose

So leave that book unread

Look not where our hands extend

Only trust in our hearts that we don't misstep

Don't fear what's not seen in the dark

Only trust that it's there in the light

That the sword hits its mark at the end of the fight

We tell ourselves at the end of everyday

'We're glad to be alive!'

However untrue, we say it anyway

Force it, never forget

For our children and our friends

You don't need a book to remind you of what's right

Only what's built into your bones and your mind

Whatever the powers...

Some books were only meant to press flowers.