Give Me A Daisy
don't need shiny diamonds...
Looking at the past
-- a scar I fear will stay...
A container small and empty
With a lock right on the door...
time is an illusion created by man
between holidays and important events and...
Upon the perspective of the oppressive past,
the fragments of bygone prospects...
You are incurable
Because you are your own disease...
There it was
on the kitchen bench...
I want to share the sunset with you, I don’t...
reduced to slivers of photographs and pixels...
I hope, only just for now,
This is the way it was intended to be...
I'd forgotten what it's like to tumble
unceremoniously to the ground, arms tied...
Summer, hummer, humming bird
Comes a runner, sprinter, lunger, falling here...
They all are gone
but their souls...