Dandelion

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 .