daffodils dancing in the wind
the chesire cat without his grin
caught in the twilight of a dream
rather fantasy than what reality deems
falling over without a fight
losing light and losing sight
walk down again that same old path
leave words unspoken of such a dearth
oh how must have sisyphus felt
with that same hand life has dealt
daffodils daffodils behind my back
laced with qualms filled with lack
it'll all just be a passing phase,
the words you said they carry no weight;
