Scene 2: "From My Front Yard"

My life is in half bloom
you can see the colors of the open skies  
but the day itself has not taken its shape and let me unfold
 
It's much more beautiful composed and stable,
but the point is to explode -
 flow into intention and then dissipate
 
I adore what I cannot see, the seed of philosophy which I live by,
 one I grew from and then abandoned, hidden in  
the sweet nurturing nothings of my aspirations
 
The living panicked and the dying calm, I simply respire  
as creating good-natured self from life is my specialty
It takes a creature more adventurous than I to spread my stillness
 
I am a single flower itching for the light of the morn,  
I fight a painless battle for the vanity of forced expression  
I am the maker of the voices in one's head
 
I am the conscious keeper of a gentle insanity  
that can only be described as curiosity  
 
My life is in half bloom, my life is in wait of living.