A wild flower
orphaned by a tree,
fell and lay still
Dressed in droplets
the pink feels like satin
A tired clock
beaten by routine
moves in circles
Clicking its way through
a redundant journey
A blasphemous sentence
hated by the sane
ignored by the rest
It sums up the divorce
of luck and life
The flower
rests in peace and beauty
The clock
is racing itself to death
The sentence
was crucified by the sane
But hey!
Did you notice?
I'm still Alive!
