Paint my walls and cover up all my small indents.  Get a ladder because there's more ground to cover, Ive spread like a three leaf clover.  I've never felt so unlucky in my life.  Ive always tried to have another leaf grow, but luck always lies.  

Just laying on the ground waiting to get picked, tossed away hardly looked at in so many ways. The wind carries me, who knows where it will take me.  Hopefully somewhere where I am picked and used as a gift.  To be in a vase or in someones hair to show off a look.  

Land on lawn, what a habit, hope to grow long, but am ******* kicked and cut and rubbed out what luck.  But ive never felt so unlucky in my life.  Ive always tried to have another leaf grow, to replace this doubt that consumes my soul.  Just laying on the ground waiting to get picked, tossed away hardly looked at in so many ways.  So get some dirt and a shovel because thats only way I would grow into something beautiful.