I wish that I'd picked those wild flowers
That grow beside the road
And sat
On the hood of my car
At least once more
To watch
As the yellow sunset
Slowly dipped under my view
Why am I so stubborn
So selfish
That I couldn't make myself
Think about the now more
And the future less
I used to wish for
That picture perfect
Normal
Life
Because my life wasn't
But now
I don't know why
For now I know that's not right
I want a future filled with laughter
And odd, quirky memories
To put me to sleep
And then
And only then
Will I be able to smile
A real smile
In the arms of my love
No matter who
Or what
They are
For that's my future
But now
Is the now
And I am writing this
On the hood of my Bronco
As I watch the gentle stars
Fall from their old places in the sky
So that they too can move on
From what they were supposed
To be
-Apple
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