Daisies
Carelessly drifting
My mind on my soul
The music takes me away.
Desperately seeking
My mind on the journey
And the thought of finding the way.
The meadow is wide
And filled with surprise
Some good, some bad, can't tell.
Just like a river
I drift off to sea
Sweet waves, some rage, oh well.
Carelessly drifting
My mind on my soul
Life won't take me away.
Desperately seeking
My mind on the journey
And the thought of finding my way.
Daisies
This poem is about:
Me
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