the flutter of wings on the other side of the glass pane wakes me
a bird(or is it?) gives way to a flower, bright and inviting,
yet obviously dying
it is the only flower in this patch of green, standing tall in its own lonesome corner
yet it is dying

wiping the sleepy white fuzz from my vision i look closer
the rot and inevitible decay that takes all is climbing the petals
can you hear it scream? no...
yet... it is dying.

will i share that fate? to shine brightly and let darkness consume me slowly?
i think not. my dreams will one day shine...
at least.... i pray they will

fly with me fly.....
take me far away from this mucky muck