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Let them be as flowers always watered, fed, guarded, admired but harnessed to a pot of dirt. I'd wanna be a tall, pretty weed clinging on cliffs, like an eagle wind - wavering above high, jagged rocks. Catching everyone's eye and pleasing them, not ticking them off. To have broken through the surface of stone, to live, to feel exposed to the madness of the vast, eternal sky. To be swayed by the breezes of an ancient sea, carrying my soul, my seed, beyond the mountains of time or into the abyss of the bizarre. To be admired by many. II wanna be seen, instead i'm shunned by everyone, because i'm not a pleasant smelling flower, growing in clusters in the fertile valley, where they're praised, handled, and plucked by greedy human hands. I wanna smell sweet and fragrant, like a rose, a lilac. and have a pretty name like petunia. If I could stand alone, strong and free, I'd rather pretty, not an ugly weed. I tried to make their wish come true. Hope you like :)