Dandelion

12-21-04

I want to wish my old life away,

have all the chapters get lost in the wind.

Each piece floating in a diff direction,

far, far away from me.

There will be no road map,

or trail of breadcrumbs to follow,

No street signs that would ever lead them home*

From the wilted dandelion I call my life,

I want new pedals to emerge,

to flourish and grow,

without a single trace of the old

Then I want all the pieces to match up in my puzzle

And I want my new life to remain,

for no longer will I make this kind of wish,

As long as I can wish my old life away*