She already knew

She already knew, long ago she asked that question, and long ago it was answered. Now she wishes to slow down time, gathering each flower before it withers.

A wounded being walks, carrying the weight of what’s lost, inside, an emptiness, where dreams blur and crowd.

She already knew, and showed him her entire world, signs of untraveled paths, a bit of peace in the storm, and a promise of love, asking for nothing in return.

Everything comes with a price, the tower barely stands, with two hands and blind eyes. The compass, meanwhile, spins wildly, announcing an end and a beginning.

She already knew. She stands at the threshold, on the verge of galloping. But things must be allowed to happen…