Plucked Flowers Poem by none .....

There is no place
No time no space
That defines you
You are the eternal
You are ever
What dream you wish to see?
What life you want to spend?
What is your will
State it clear & confident
And it will be yours
What you imagine
That you see
What you saw
Firmly you believe
And in this course
You cling to imagined
Forget the creator
Create all confusions
Question upon the elements of dream
Strive for answers
Yet nothing sure all insecure
What we created for fun
Recreated us as their slave
All is ours we are the flowers of existence
One step away to disappear in its sweet fragrance
But we rather chose to be plucked by the system
Displayed among the people placed in the street
'The plucked flowers in market for sell'