i float on the breeze
a dandelion seed
some call me a flower
some call me a weed.
two points of view!
but which one is me?
it does matter not!
i float high and free.
where truth does exist
i am the flower
at times bloom for years
at times just an hour.
where lies do run rampant
i am the weed!
a choking death,growing
setting free the deceived.
i float on the breeze
a dandelion seed
some call me a flower
some call me a weed.
two points of view!
but which one is me?
it does matter not
i float high and free
Copyright ©1996Andrew R. Thornton
