Sometimes I am dead hope,
A million dreams which lay supine.
A kindergarteners humor,
Drifting aimlessly in time.
Sometimes I am existance,
Carry life afar,
Make way through the toughest instance,
And bloom into another flower.
Figuration of budding life
or pale death-
I wander with strife,
Either for fresh green birth,
Or for an angelic end.
