In the Middle of the Middle
In the middle of a field, sits a garden with rows
In the middle of the middle row, there is a flower that grows
Now be it among a hundred thousand, other flowers just like it
There is only room for one, in the middle of the middle to sit
And this one is it
In the middle of the middle of the garden
I rest quietly on one knee
Unraveling thoughts quite diligently
Is this flower here through
A random sequence of events
Unfurled like the sails of a ship
Or was it predestined by nature
That nothing could prevent
Your journey on life's little trip
Simple truths don't go far
I see you, so you are
There you sit in all your glory
Life is just to short a story
I rise to my feet and exit the field with the sun
Raw like the dirt is my pure emotion
Has the answer to the question
Of why we ride this ride we ride
Picked the inside of this little flower to hide?
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