Daisies


What do I do?
Please tell me.
I am lost
In this chaotic world
Of continous conflict.
I just want peace,
Some freedom from life
And the numb cretins
Absorbing space and
Atoms meant for utility
Instead of waste,
But there's no hope for me.
I am doomed, betrayed
By my own human nature.
In truth, we are all
Just wasted space,
Only at our full potential
When we are fertilizing the daisies.