The Destiny of Flowers

I've been trapped in my body for some time now. Don't  get me wrong, I can move and talk while things go on around me. What I really need to do is shoot into the sky, Leave my body completely. I was made to float and jet. Yet here I am stuck with gravity And these clunky legs. Even my brain needs to breathe. The skull can be so cramping. I have skull fever. My whole body is quiety burning from the inside. A polite lightning bolt With the dimmer switch forced down. You can see my need to burst forth. And to let them all know, To make a hole in the roof Unless it happens in my sleep. I can hear the chicks now, Cheep-cheep. And now the robots, Beep-beep. It's time to do my thing. It's time to dance and sing.