These city lights had blinded me,
So, I took shelter in the forest
Loved the flowers, growing in the dark
I became their florist.

Stepped out after months
But the city was just the same,
So, I came back in the dark
With no identity, no name.
The city lights had tired me
Had taken away from my shores
Earning the world's faith,
Didn’t have faith in myself anymore.

But the darkness although beautiful
Alone was a bit lonely,
A wounded soldier I was,
Needed love solely.
The flowers were becoming flytraps,
Scaring me at night
Like dark thoughts in loneliness,
Feeding on the light.
So, I came back to the city again,
And began healing hearts
Helping others to finish,
In dreams of my own start.
But the world drained me yet again
And my rivers ran dry,
With emptiness quenched my thirst
No tears left to cry.

After years of being wounded
And trapped in the world’s cage,
I realised people don’t like wisdom,
That is beyond your age.
So, I share only little now,
And keep my thoughts to me
For I know they all look,
But their eyes weren't made to see.
Now I do what my heart wants,
For the world will find faults regardless,
When my universe will be swirling
They will call my sky–starless.

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