I See The

Flicker flashes
of fickle times -

uneasy minds, pretending
to know something

the one thing, which
flowers & flies allude

and try to confuse with
hopes and dreams -

fickle things that
bear no home

but the space to roam we
give, the air

we let it share with
us. And soon,

these things consume with
plants & wings,

our fickle things that
keep us grounded

Alive in our head and
still in our hearts.