Smelling those daisies

Always that urge for just a little more
Hard to chill when more feels better
And less makes me itch
Makes me restless
Cause that heart beats so fast
For all there is

When my eyes open
So many options…
Gotta filter them from fun
To later-one-day
Or simply let them slip
Through the net
of Hell-Yeah-I’m-In!
Call it slack
Or call it lazy
At least I take time
To smell the daisies.

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