DandelionsLying in the grass, faceless and dying.
Motionless waiting next to the dandelions,
for the end, the end, where is the end?
Take me away from the dandelions.
So beautiful, careless and free.
Something I will never ever be.
Yet never to move and stand still,
Lying in the grass, silently crying.
fingers carefully touching the dandelions,
for solace, solace, where is my solace?
Taken away from the dandelions.
Facing the sun, honest and true.
Something I could never do.
Yet degraded by a rainstorm,
like I would.
Lying in the grass, fiercely trying,
to get away from the dandelions.
The end, the end, here is my end.
I’m swallowed by the dandelions.