by Arcassin Burnham



Frozen in time,
Wishing that the flowers would just sprout,
Wings leave behind feathers,
No peace for early settlers,
More food for the critters,
Natures not too hard to figure out,
Pretty much like you,
Is there any other guys any sensitive,
Is there any like me,
With shattered memories,
Out of line nervousy,
Two paths , only I choose my directive,
Poor babies,
This garden don't get enough sun,
Something you never finished,
Have you become replenished,
Got the penny for your wishes,
Wake up,
**And run!