the box was full once
I've broken so many crayons since then
I can still color brilliantly
in black and white

like a questing bee
I sampled tulips
daffodils
lilacs
buttercups
daisies
before slowing down to smell the roses
now I can barely recall
the forget-me-nots

meanwhile
the world keeps on spinning
while I fly off on a tangent
like space junk