Too much feeling
or none at all
I can no longer tell.
So many pulls at my heart
I lose my focus
I never start
the hundreds of dreams
that live in my chest
Oh Please universe
do not put me to rest,
before one is born.
I am always in bloom
without any daydreamers
to need me,
to need me to nourish
to fill them with nectar
Something to sustain themselves.
I want to provide fluid
for those who thirst.
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