The Street and the Flower
By: Alex Enyart
Love is a two-way street
Love is a flower
Love is everything
But I ask you of the street
What happens when that two-way street splits?
Or the flower
What happens when the flower is not watered?
What happens when there is no more cause for celebration?
What then?
Do we stop following the road at the point of dissection?
Do we continue to water the flower after its point of death?
Without love,
Life seems pointless
Roads seem endless
Nights seem restless
Trying seems useless.
So what then?
Shall we just end it all,
Stop following the streets,
Stop sleeping at night,
Stop trying at life?
No
No, no, no,
Just because one street splits to two doesn’t mean you stop following it,
Just because one flower dies, that doesn’t mean you can’t plant a new one,
And who knows,
Maybe one day that street will connect with another and lead to a place much better than this,
Maybe that flower will bloom into an unexpected beauty,
And who knows,
Maybe that street was just a metaphor for love
Maybe that flower was just a metaphor for love
For love is everything
And just because a street splits to two
Or a flower dies
That doesn’t mean you stop loving
Just follow the street you are on
Plant new flowers
And maybe, just maybe,
You will find love in something new