// Oh this mess I am. //
Running through open meadows
You’ll never catch me
Floating i am swimming in the blooms
Flora and fauna relay around my axis
I lose myself in this sweet bluebonnet field smattered with Indian paintbrush, buttercup sweet delight.
Oh this mess I am. I just want to become the sweet blossom under the sun. The wind only pushing me temporarily,
And your mistakes mean nothing here
As I disappear
Blue bonnet fields of sweet serene simplicity
And I am nothing here.
I am free
I am full of life yet dead like wilted petals
Still sapping water from dead roots
Oh this mess I am.