I melted inside that garden.
A flower was born.
I smile like a maniac trying to play God.
She smiles back at me. Darling, I don't belong to you.
My roots are embracing the soil for a while.
The wind is lowering me for a bond, and the light is calling my details from the darkness, but fading is my desire, and freedom, freedom, freedom, is my choice.
I never asked to be born a slave.
A flower! A flower? A flower? Huh, huh, huh.