Household of kin, where do you lie within?
A soul on a search to find a steadfast equilibrium.
A garden found to be contrary only sewed to begin.
Sometimes were off on a wander to find ourselves a
her or him.
An afternoon picnic could illustrate a new horizon.
Or like a chance to offer temptation over some grass where it began.
Should I simply pass or jump to something more fun?
Under some tree treating her like Wendy and myself like some Pan.
Was the world just a dream that deemed to feel so real?
A step upon the Garden of Eden imagination lied amongst a serpent.
Just a slither hung in skout to offer what one can feel.
While a flower grew to remind what love inside a
garden always meant.
