Blossom

Moon fall, to the rising sun,
life continues a cycle.
a night of dreams, to a day of reality,
I think to myself, wondering..

What is it that i want my life to blossom as?

My birth, the very moment the seed of a flower was planted
my life had begun to "grow"
both my mind, body and spirit, to a man of sympathy and kindness
yet, i still wonder..even as a person like this..

What is it that i want my life to blossom as?

I have conquered, i have made goals.
My accomplishments are my history, to the man i lived as.
Even if they shall burn away with me, the ashes shall remain
yet again, i still wonder..as my life rests in my own hands

What is it that i want my life to blossom as?

A flicker, a kindled flame inside me begin to arise
yes, we are flowers..we shall blossom
Only then, can we ourselves plant seeds..
The seeds of the future i now see...

no more am i wondering...i shall...
we shall bloom.