Holding onto this fragment of memory

she loves to make fun of me

taunting me with images of things gone by

of things I wish would happen again.

I try to fight nature,

tell her no, that I can be strong

I can stand on my own two feet.

But she's got other plans,

nature's laughing at me.

I've taken the bate,

after telling her I could make it on my own.

I leaned forward,

touched the flower,

and I fell into the blooms, lost in their fragrance.

I was swallowed whole,

going even farther than last time.

Then I woke from the dream,

drenched in sweat, and afraid.

Was it just a dream, or did I really

fall into sin?

Then I roll over,

and fall back asleep.

Nature is laughing at me.