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
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