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.