a lackadaisical lifestyle is not ideal for a daisy
who desires to sing lullabies to dreaming lovers
who longs to grow taller and smaller with a sip of sincerity
instead of saccharine goodbyes
if only time travel were not impossible
to see if this rabbit-hole i am stuck in leads to a lavish garden in the end
then i could decide if waking up were the right direction
or if patience would be rewarded in this Lacklusterland