Do You Believe

Here’re my tickets to forgotten lands

And here is the spot I’ve rooted my self

For ages waited, and waited for a glimpse

And while waiting I carved our story on stones

I didn’t know, that this sidewalk will become a memorial

And a wound that break open every year

do you believe that it overflows in winter?

do you believe it birth a flower in spring?

do you believe I faint every time I see that feeble flower?

Knowing she will be crushed under ignorant feet,

And reemerge again next spring, how unjust is that

So, is it fair if I destroy that memorial stone

But what will become of that unfortunate flower?

is anyone going to remember her violet cheeks?

or how she radiates in a dreamy moment 

was she even real, was I real, were you real?

What I’m sure of is, this red stain in my chest is real