|Here is hoping this plant is lovely|
Thoughts, like the seeds,
work their way up through
the sidewalk of my mind.
eager to fulfill the need to grow.
Forcing the way forward,
as if time had not passed,
knowing only, the powerful desire to grow.
to stem the tide,
to keep at bay,
vessels of feelings
floating into my heart.
not the concrete barriers of fear,
restraints of time,
or distractions of everyday details
keep these thoughts at bay.
Ah, if only I wasn't so sentient,
life would be so much more blissfully unaware.