I saw the moon smile and I felt small.
In the world’s infinite madness, I felt minuscule.
I embraced the wind and I felt large, larger than a field of roses,
more beautiful than the sun setting on a garden of rainbows.
I cannot change the world– so I feel most like screaming.
In my desperate plea, I feel most like dying.
I cannot breathe in the beauty of the roses, so I feel most like running.
I wish to run through a field of thorns and come out unscathed
I wish to change the world!
In it’s incessantly insane way of making one feel silent.
I am only one, yet I am full of millions.
So, when I am standing on my field of roses,
smile because I am only a reflection of you.