I look around and all I see are the lost ones.
Floating aimlessly down life wishing that happy comes.
Begging, hoping and dreaming for silence of the unmanageable heart.
Waiting for the real shit to start.
Thirsty and desperate for a little attention.
Doing everything for just that little connection.
The kind they think they need to feel pretty.
The others watch on with uninformed disgust and pity.
Wondering how and why a rose needs to beg for the blazing heat of the sun.
Doesn’t it already know it shines from within and then some?
Doesn’t it understand there’s more to life than what the trees think?
That it stand on solid ground and
doesn’t need to sink.
I guess it’s too busy wishing for the suns likes and kisses.
Instead of looking within at it’s inner riches.
Sarah Martin @sugaroc 💋