- 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.
dec 13 2012 ∞
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