Why did I just pick this daisy?

It wasn’t for it’s beauty, uniqueness or desire

More a case of I just did, because I could…

I wonder what else we do for no more reason than we can?

After all, isn’t that the way of the word these days.


A face of old glares with much disdain,

Hardly surprising really,

A long time ago I said they’d given up on their dream,

They called me more than a fool, that they’d given up on me and left my life,

After seeing them today,

It’s clear I was right, yet again.