So be it ever so grand... <br />This taste of life seems so boring and blande. <br />I walk through life's field of flowers stumbling downhill... <br />Sometimes at <br />best, i get too much of it and get to feel... <br />That over flowed feeling, so much to fill... <br />So far this day at best, life will throw at me a very surprising, hard, <br />unhurdling of an unpassable test. <br />My life is like being a Dandilion experiencing life coming my way <br />as a very galin', wailin' wind. <br />Unstoppable by my senses, as a part of me scatter every which way <br />to never to be found and reassembled into my whole being of ego's <br />and traitly ids. <br />This meadow's assemblage resemble me down to a tee... <br />An ever lost Bumble Bee flying around, looking to be strong and free.<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-i-walk-thru-life-s-field-of-flowers-stumbling-way-down/
