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.