Tired

Embraced by the fading spring as her lone companion

For sympathy she has a broken dandelion

Walking past the familiar paths in her usual stride

She silently nursed her discredited pride

She was tired of running after shooting stars

And admiring the beauty of colorful flowers

For they, like her, faded into oblivion

Leaving everything around like a failure

The ocher sky would not bleed for her

The drifting clouds would not cry

The moon was too far to hear her out

And the tall trees would not try

Was dependence a sin, she wonders 

As the world around her crumbles

To seek a shoulder seemed foolish

And the bleak signs of hope seemed to vanish