I Spent too
Long looking forward.
Or regretting what once was
Time goes way too quickly , yet painfully slow.
My situation is not ideal , how am I meant to survive .
Even plants need sunlight, while my roots wither dry. I crave growth while I watch others thrive climbing above me I feel their shade . I'm nestled amongst them trembling , afraid.
My growth keeps dying , they spray me away
Their buds grow flowers they're a beautiful display .
Crowds come to see them and their visual delight. Sometimes they are lovers , he picked one just right , he have it to her and she smiled with glee .
But they step over me , im just weed in the crack.
Although not pretty I'll always come back .
Bright vibrant yellow, obnoxious, untamed .
I'll transform spread my seeds all around I like to think contrast is nice to be found .
To remember the weeds , their flowers too .
You might not always choose them , but they'll always choose you .