Wishes
Burning
Out behind my house there are fields full of dandelion herds. Running through them, I will sing along, with buzzing bees and birds; blow on the seeds, my breath like the wind, and wish as they collide. I used to spend so much time outside.
Now I lay in this green land, a lighter in my hand, and flick it on right next to those white fluffs. I watch the blaze, the smoke surrounding newly blackened puffs. Morbid delight, I power their flight- oh, how the days are turning. Who would have guessed I'd end up here, watching my wishes burning?
Now I lay in this green land, a lighter in my hand, and flick it on right next to those white fluffs. I watch the blaze, the smoke surrounding newly blackened puffs. Morbid delight, I power their flight- oh, how the days are turning. Who would have guessed I'd end up here, watching my wishes burning?