Ode to my Inner Daisy

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.



-ctR