Buttercups running aloof
in mi cluttered mind
of discomfort

Leaflets flapping
as the world turns
mournfully
on its side

Turnstiles of my life
flipping through
the pages of time

and all i can see is
misery

Flowers cresting
in the space they’re
allowed
hoping for the light
the rain...
the time-

Memories wafting
by the impulse of wind
billowing, bellowing
the new season
begins

yet all i can see is the
scenery of despair

Tormented tides
slapping upside mi head
drowning mi tears
as if i were dead

Wandering dreams
of days future past
i’m trying mi damndest
to make mi life
l...a...s...t...

But all i can see
is languishing fear

******* and moaning
not seeing the light