Daffodils bend down to the ground
Like they’re trying to understand
Something they have found.
Why are there no other flowers around these crowded streets?
These static-filled days
Spinning us inside a Gothic maze
Of passive aggression,
Sick obsessions,
So much love without confession.
Caffeinated personalities living a dark reality
Of expensive dreams,
Unaffordable jeans,
Lacking patience and kindness for those without means–
Those with an inner light that shines so bright
They can’t comprehend or make amends with
Familial stares, painful smiles—
Bubbles floating through miles of aisles,
Unaffected by green piles of denial and plugged into
The wrong source,
Forgetting the force of this concrete jungle of humanity,
Drinking poisonous vanity from teacups of insanity
And jumping off the bridges of time.
We don’t have to walk this line.
But sometimes, is the right destiny too hard to find?
