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.
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