To A Flower spared by God, that flew away as a bird of Paradise.
Often My Kingdom is Heaven and Hell. For when my mind is turned on, I get summonsed to the dungeon. But when I ride my wild horses with the enemy, The court men love Me. I am so Ready to Run away... Far in a forest of pure truth and blissful discoveries. Until then I’ll daydream, because My Kingdom simply didn’t belong to Me. That’s grief struck, but truly the reality.