Too Much Time
petals
they fall freely to the ground
why do they not fly
is the earth so warm that they must be reunited
where were you when you saw me
I wonder this a lot
was I truly beautiful in my simplicity that I was and I am
that I blossomed something unique
O how plain she is; you must of thought
she must be hiding a great sense that I must uncover
life is so boorish
especially in times like this
times where the bed and laying in it, is the event of day
and my hand is the person I will be speaking to of things of not
Am I selfish?
Am I a human being that wishes the well being of other human beings
or do I wish for a mass of people to die to better my own comforts
so there will be more room for me and my love
and less people to decimate this planet
I love puppies
I love kittens
I seem to love creatures in the infant form
Many others do also
we coo and aw the babies of others
and cuddle the month old dog
but does it mean we appreciate life and it's giving
or do we cherish the beginning of youth
and wish to discard the coming of age
the coming of the old looking face in the mirror that you not know be yours
or the fear of death is coming closer with every year
and step of a body not young
ever changing is the swallow in the sky that does not fly
but stay stuck in the throat of one that has not eaten...
sometimes I think
sometimes I think too much
sometimes I think I have too much time on my hands
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