We all roll along

Do you see the stars glisten,

And ask you for advice?

Do you hear the valley below,

Ever ask you why?

Have you ever noticed the setting sun,

Exhale and then sigh?

The sun shall still set,

And the valley will run on.

The winking starts will light up,

But leave you out to dry.

Do not look for inspiration,

Be inspiration.

Don't go stepping on daisies

Falling to the wooden canvas,

A delicate petal.

In rough hands that show years of hardship,

A luscious green stem,

Crumpled under pressure.

Picked for its beauty,

And its colourful life.

The petal itself,

Is helpless.

Falling to the wooden canvas,

A delicate soul.

An ageing man,

Thin and pale,

Hands violate his throat.

Picked for vulnerability,

And weakness of life.

The man himself,

Is helpless.