planted within and clearly not obvious,

thoughts fly while emotions try to make sense

of events, clearly it is a failure!

when what is apparent has been

norms, normalized, average, everyone does it

that the dot gets missed, a seed planted

beneath all those layers, feeding on the swirls

patterns that make mock, a story told in such

a way where it becomes palatable, never mind

it is completely a fairy tale,

will, determination, aspirations, like young stems

shoot towards the sky,

wanting to take hold of the sun

what energy, what life, what heat

drinking, absorbing, the swirls, patterns, colors

while a story is being told

that there is no other explanations.

wait. no other?

a shadow of doubt, a voice crying out

stifled

when the wind rushes by,

chasing endless dreams