• My life takes shape in the patterns of dandelions.
  • Every single decision leads to an unpredictable outcome.
  • My thoughts blow with the wind and hang in the air.
  • Those thoughts disperse into a thousand inconsistencies that result with uncertainty.
  • Then there’s another part of me that is firmly grounded.
  • The part that is deeply rooted within my passions and aspirations.
  • But how easily can those dreams wilt away.
  • They may wither and die but in their dead stems,
  • sprout new wildflowers in the midst of weeds.
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