Not a mushroom. In a search for something.

In a search for something

It all starts with that search 

for something 

growing with innocence

to become one day

someone.

Until you find out

there is nothing else

but you

hidden in the middle of nowhere

where everyone tries to look

different

being exactly the same.

That is the utopia of our lives

 days turn blue

red yellow and grey

those thoughts are clouds

covering sun with a bitter clay.

-jkn