The Girl With The Blue-Hibiscus Poem by Mark Heathcote

I want the world to be orderly
But I'm like broken earthenware.
I want the wind in its northerlies
To restore me when the trees are bare
I want the spring to reinstate me.

The absurdity of life isn't lost, on me
I've looked for the meaning of all life
But it's all just a fairy tale fantasy,
The attributes of which lead to my anxiety,
Waves of confusion they're crushing me.

Yet-simultaneously
We all want to leave our bedroll.
We all long to be made whole
Have our roots in the earth,
But be able to still, roam.

I want to understand my existence
And why the girl with the blue-hibiscus
Anatomized my soul and my body
With only her jade-green, eyes.
When will she again - materialise?

Who isn't aware of their own, mortality?
And the decisions well they will have to take
Take daily, whether big or small.
Ah, our vitality melts away like the fallen snow
And yet we all feel we still have far-to-go.

Yet-simultaneously
We all want to leave our bedroll.
We all long to be made whole
Have our roots in the earth,
But be able to still, roam.

Honestly, these decisions are yours to take
We must all choose our own, purpose.
The path, we must follow isn't fastened to a cloud
Actions lead to reactions;
So be sure to make decisions-good and stay blessed.

We only have ourselves to vex
If we forget to be true to our, own-essence
A star can shine forever
In its own, phosphorescence
Likewise, we're not, dispensed with like cigarettes.

Yet-simultaneously
We all want to leave our bedroll.
We all long to be made whole
Have our roots in the earth,
But be able to still, roam.