Garden

The petunias
Deflowered by the aphids
Coming back from a winters deep sleep
And the roses
That grow from cement
Have no way to pierce the mossy veil
You've encased in your psyche
For the fifteenth time this week

Have your doubts
Be lost that's fine
But don't give up parts of your mind
You can quit
Can have your doubts
And want to give it up that's fine

Some marigolds
Sprouting to reach the sky
And they will reach it their due time
A lilac bush
Grows each and every season
Push the garden growing in your head
That encases the pain wrapped
In a shell inside your mind

Give up hope
No trust that's fine
But don't wrap yourself in enigmas
Turn away
Run from your fears
Give it up but don't you runaway yet

Tell me what do you see
When you close your eyes
Where do you see yourself
In the next five years
Will you have your freedom
Think of what you say