I don't know how to be truly sad
Or how to be really happy.
No, I don't know how to be.
Might sincere souls be
Like me, without knowing it?

Before the lie of emotion
And the fiction of the soul,
I cherish the calm it gives me
To see flowers without reason
Flower without a heart.

But finally there is no difference.
As flowers flower without wanting to,
Without wanting to, people think.
What in flowers is florescence
In us is consciousness.

Later, for us as for them,
When Destiny decides it is time,
The feet of the gods will come
And trample all of us under.

Fine, but until they come
Let us still flower or think.