Daisies What do I do? Please tell me. I am lost In this chaotic world Of continous conflict. I just want peace, Some freedom from life And the numb cretins Absorbing space and Atoms meant for utility Instead of waste, But there's no hope for me. I am doomed, betrayed By my own human nature. In truth, we are all Just wasted space, Only at our full potential When we are fertilizing the daisies.