Picking Dead Flowers From Grandma's Garden

picking dead flowers from grandma's garden still stuck in the past i make a wilted wish i want to halt life and give it a push i know, however, that i cannot have it both ways so i count and hide so i hide and count picking dead flowers from grandma's garden still stuck in the past i make a wilted wish i want to paint everything the good old soft colors i know, however, that i have no control over the mixing of the textures so i breathe and wait so i wait and breathe picking dead flowers from grandma's garden still stuck in the past i make a wilted wish i want to construct a time machine out of my old big wheel i know, however, that no type of architecture or carpentry will constipate forward movement so i walk and look bewildered so i look bewildered and walk