wish

When I mull to bar the
And resolve to flee,
never to think again...
look ahead...
look a future sans the...
Walk ahead and
open a fresh door...
Why is that I find the,
Standing,
with a bunch full of wild flowers...
A surprise lurking
in the corner of the eyes...
Wishing me,
with the sweetest smile...
Wishing a future bright,
Whence the knows as well as I
it rests in the eyes...
Shall I thank the?
Or stay peacefully quite...