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?