Wildflowers

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 just pretend we’re all like them

Because we’re just too afraid

to be wildflowers?

What if this life is all we have,

and we’re stuck here, still afraid

to become wildflowers?