sometimes i like to sit alone in my room
staring outside as the carnations bloom
i sit and wonder what its like to be one
depending purely on water and the sun
wind blows outside but i am safe indoors
but i can still hear the wind as it roars
i watch the wind blow away the carnation
and stare at it in complete fascination
the beautiful flower i had just envied
was gone with a quick blink of an eye
i sat back, thought, and quickly agreed
to live with what i have and never ask why
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