Flowers, UFOs & Melodies

Some days I feel like a field of flowers, Blooming bright but soft in power. Smiling in sunlight, dancing in breeze, But hiding the thorns no one sees. Other days, I’m a UFO in the sky, Misunderstood, just passing by. People point, they guess, they stare — But no one really knows I'm even there. Then come the melodies — sweet and low, Songs that speak what I never show. Tunes that carry my truths in disguise, Lyrics that cry where my silence lies. I’m a garden with galaxies in my head, A mixtape of thoughts I’ve never said. I feel too deep, dream way too far, Fall for souls like shooting stars. Flowers remind me to stay soft, stay kind, Even when the world plays tricks with my mind. UFOs remind me I don’t need to fit — There’s magic in being a misfit. And melodies? They heal me whole — Audible feelings poured from the soul. So if I ever seem strange or hard to define, Just know I’m blooming, floating, singing… All at the same time.