When is on(e) one’s sole design

When is on(e) one’s sole design
when others leave the field
what entices them to leave
when sunshine stands to yield

Could it be less than life itself
could it be more than sure
what comes of thee when running blind
what lends one to want more

Bring the budding (flow)er seen
to bloom in absence grown
to blossom without company
to wallow when one’s flown

Why lost souls dis(pleasure) see
why oneself sees calm
if were to be ‘round other way
one’s head rests on an arm

One cannot speak in truths that bear
one should not oppose untruth
deceit lends itself to (know)ledge lost
like cunning lends to youth

May there be one plus one (or more)
it matters not to me
in person or by other means
my own pacific sea.