Where will I go?
Am I as free as my ancestors dreamed?
Who do I want my children to be?
An inspiration
flowers my mind
as prolific as the strands of hair that spiral
from my head
I transform ambiently
into
a granted wish for the best split
into bite-sized petals and fed
to anyone who's encountered me
with bitterness
I can't help my wisdoms. Wherever
I go, I'll search for insight
I'll search for the moon
I'll search for control
and I'll look to lose
it too