Too Much Time

petals they fall freely to the ground why do they not fly is the earth so warm that they must be reunited where were you when you saw me I wonder this a lot was I truly beautiful in my simplicity that I was and I am that I blossomed something unique O how plain she is; you must of thought she must be hiding a great sense that I must uncover life is so boorish especially in times like this times where the bed and laying in it, is the event of day and my hand is the person I will be speaking to of things of not Am I selfish? Am I a human being that wishes the well being of other human beings or do I wish for a mass of people to die to better my own comforts so there will be more room for me and my love and less people to decimate this planet I love puppies I love kittens I seem to love creatures in the infant form Many others do also we coo and aw the babies of others and cuddle the month old dog but does it mean we appreciate life and it's giving or do we cherish the beginning of youth and wish to discard the coming of age the coming of the old looking face in the mirror that you not know be yours or the fear of death is coming closer with every year and step of a body not young ever changing is the swallow in the sky that does not fly but stay stuck in the throat of one that has not eaten... sometimes I think sometimes I think too much sometimes I think I have too much time on my hands