I rub my safety net dreams away

To reveal a world of chaos and masochistic hate

The butterflies fall out of their tangled dream catchers

Fluttering in front of me with their monarch wings

They’re the only monarchy that should matter

As people rip the petals off of their not so everlasting flowers

Picking – Picking away trying to find their answers

-How desperately we all search for our purpose.

The Fumes in the air are thick – thick – thickening

So densely I’m choking – I just want to breathe.

I want to live, feel life ripping through my veins

I want to dance in a non man made rain shower

Then dry in some good ole fashioned sunshine

Until I see people stop treating their lives like day old daisies

Dead flowers tossed aside in apathy longing for life to bloom

Sitting – Waiting – Wishing that one day soon

Sunflowers can grow in the moonlight,

War can be finally pacified into submission

And maybe anything out there is possible.

So I’ll keep having my never ending love affair with life

And hoping one day we can all turn our faces to the sky, part our lips and whisper

“It’s good to be alive”