when the finish line is so close
mind becomes five day old flowers
ready to return to the soil from which it came
dehydrated petals, a few still vying for life
through their might they try
others leaning languid in cloudy vase water
daring the observer to drink
or call it quits- the dirt is calling them home
but how will I, after this show-play
how and where will I return?
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