Evolution of a Plastic Daisy
Plastic daisy,
Suffered 200 years of beautiful desolation.
Sandbags won't save this city,
Sinking of horizon,
Foreboding the end.
Earth,
Hampered by humanity,
Sheds tears from the stem,
Of the plastic daisy.
Vase can no longer contain,
This overgrown plant,
Watered down by despair,
Artificial by nature.
My eyes have not seen,
Dried up soil,
As I place my hand,
In moist compost,
That keeps daisy alive,
As it thrives,
In unnatural habitat.
I stand in disbelief,
Weed-B-Gone in hand.
Water evaporates,
Weed wilts,
Sun appears.
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About "Evolution of a Plastic Daisy"
**I wrote this when I was thinking about how people create a false, artificial identity for themselves that others water and nurture until they become real, and these artificial identities grow rapidly, and are often mistaken for reality.
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So true, Mariah. Sometimes if you tell a lie enough times you'll even believe it yourself.
Thank You
Thanks, Neo. =] After all, what is true anymore? It's as if humans have become so "evolved" that we have all lost sense of what it means to be an individual, and such.