I stood out in a field of posies, where the pollen washed my thoughts away

I looked around for beauty instead of what lied in my head, the screaming cruel words that just wanted me dead

I climbed the latter of doom, every time I thought,

In this castles chamber all I want to do is rot,

Again the thought made me weak, I tumbled to the ground then said “ even the week can awaken before they collapse” So I got up and for the first Time opened my eyes to the world of wonder…