Exhaustion
Legs can’t take another step
Trembling, I sit with the wildflowers on the grass
And conjure up great philosophical answers
For all the absurd pressing questions in my head
What if we,
We just pretend we’re all like them
Because we’re just too afraid to be wildflowers?
What if this is all we have,
And we’re stuck here,
Still afraid to become wildflowers?
