Conflagration

I see clearly in this dream.
A flower blooms near a water scene.
What happens when that flower bleeds?
When it struggles to survive?
How often do we see...?
Life is not what it seems:
An unsavory collection of scenes
Strewn together in haphazard fashions.

I see clearly in this dream,
A forest falls victim to conflagration.
Do you see this despair is a heroin induced fugue?
Clean in your veins
But poison for the mind.
You're not as you seem:
A poster child of illicit themes
Thrown into a bitter regime.
Forced to be what you ought not to be.