Girls just want freedom under heaven

You see complex symbiotic beauty and because you do not understand how it came to be, you assume it must have been someone, something like you that created it. I know that energy cannot be destroyed and you will not disappear, but this mind will. You could become a flower, or multiple, and you could genuinely not know shit. Or you could know everything and be bound to a life of silence. Maybe that's what flowers are. Maybe it's a punishment for wasting your life believing it would earn you a perfect one.