tripping through fields;

i am tripping through the fields
of daffodils and tulips
with dandelions kicked into the wind
floating away, free as can be.

the wide open plains
a blank canvas for my imagination
to build a life, and a future.

nonsensical musings will push me to the edge
slowly breathing in a deep breath
letting it out as i fall
spiraling out of control
tumbling gracefully downwards.

there will be an end.

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