The Girl With The Blue-Hibiscus

I want the world to be orderly But I'm like broken earthenware. I want the wind in its northerlies To restore me when the trees are bare I want the spring to reinstate me. The absurdity of life isn't lost, on me I've looked for the meaning of all life But it's all just a fairy tale fantasy, The attributes of which lead to my anxiety, Waves of confusion they're crushing me. Yet-simultaneously We all want to leave our bedroll. We all long to be made whole Have our roots in the earth, But be able to still, roam. I want to understand my existence And why the girl with the blue-hibiscus Anatomized my soul and my body With only her jade-green, eyes. When will she again - materialise? Who isn't aware of their own, mortality? And the decisions well they will have to take Take daily, whether big or small. Ah, our vitality melts away like the fallen snow And yet we all feel we still have far-to-go. Yet-simultaneously We all want to leave our bedroll. We all long to be made whole Have our roots in the earth, But be able to still, roam. Honestly, these decisions are yours to take We must all choose our own, purpose. The path, we must follow isn't fastened to a cloud Actions lead to reactions; So be sure to make decisions-good and stay blessed. We only have ourselves to vex If we forget to be true to our, own-essence A star can shine forever In its own, phosphorescence Likewise, we're not, dispensed with like cigarettes. Yet-simultaneously We all want to leave our bedroll. We all long to be made whole Have our roots in the earth, But be able to still, roam.