A field of flowers,
For me to play.
I look towards it,
But them look away.

It's just right there,
For me to take.
It's fun and happiness,
Not a mistake.

But for some odd reason,
I turn and run,
In the other direction,
Away from the fun.

My mind will not let me,
Be free and soar.
I'm completely tired down,
Down to the floor.