Falling like petals of a flower
not a long way down
I'm the kind of flower that falls quickly.
I can't wait to reach the ground
fantasize for what's to come.
I will land among the others
the wind will carry us together forever.
Too caught-up in my fantasy
I fell quickly
but the others weren't ready.
How does one petal fall too quickly
when we started from the same flower?
There are no other petals
The wind carried me too far
I am alone.