Speaking easy even daisies dying in the sunburn.

Better known as better places to perform my state of mind such as silence.

Who wants to hear the dissident growing pains of failure besides the fallen many who bear scared knees.

Weak but dancing we choose to live.

So do pavement flowers, beating concrete ceilings until they
collapse into tenacious valleys of hope.

Saved by sunlight, you will see them when you are seeking or waiting, accidentally on life, for life.

Pavement flowers, daisies dying under the immense blessing of sunburn.