Clutterd with flowers I lost my mind The softest brez or the most simple smile can make your day The flowers are just a state where I lay goodbye to the hate anger and blues it does not exsiste through the flowers and you. Like walking on clouds Through the sweet summer set sky where lilys grow wild all through my mind. Loolking past rainbows instead of my eyes. I see the world through its own disguise. Its beautiful, like love. And meaningless like war. it makes the world seem like so much more. Its beautiful.