Curiosity stems the breeding grounds of knowledge, and the lack there of
Learning more from mistakes I’ve made
Not once, not twice maybe not even a third
Perfection is what I strive for, yet am I pushing myself close to it? Am I aware of the movement?
Different motions derived from emotions embedded so deep the seed has sprouted and made a mess of weeds in the garden we call knowledge
Look carefully, look deeper, look at the details
A daisy sprouted out of all the chaos
A beautiful flower amongst the weary weeds
Will she grow? I believe so
Time has passed and you see manifestation
Less weeds more daisy’s, do you see this? Or am I crazy?
All bad in the world, suppressed by the love of a daisy.