Each flower on its own

The flower, here, has opened now
To feel her light go out... drop by drop
She needs for her to take one vow
And not like this, ever, to open up.

Tormented in and out with every question,
To see each thing that finds its very place,
To see the world, the people all in motion
I just want out... out to escape this maze.

What in this life are we supposed to be?
To do, to feel? Should we allow right now,
The flow to carry us away? Is it just me
The one not here, the one left down?

Just like the flower, will we die of cold?
Will we rise up again with every spring?
Or is it just that we become so old,
And realize our lives have more than just one string?

Still there is one thing left to say
The flower blooms, then fades away
Just as it made its peace alone,
We, each, can hope to find a place called "home".

And even though sometimes it's lost,
The light has not gone out without a trace.
Please, keep the hope and try the most,
And might find out your home has stayed in place.