dandelion puffs
I'm afraid to grow up
Past looking over pink and purple sheets, through white curtains made by my mother
and the window of my childhood home
Past long conversations with my best guy friend from college on the phone.
I'm afraid to escape the cottony blossom of my mind
To grow in years may be as to have a gentle breath slowly blowing away my thoughts of the present
just as tiny tendril-whisps of a dandelion are carried off on the wind
to some unknown destination neither good nor bad.
Past looking over pink and purple sheets, through white curtains made by my mother
and the window of my childhood home
Past long conversations with my best guy friend from college on the phone.
I'm afraid to escape the cottony blossom of my mind
To grow in years may be as to have a gentle breath slowly blowing away my thoughts of the present
just as tiny tendril-whisps of a dandelion are carried off on the wind
to some unknown destination neither good nor bad.