float

every mini mishap may seem like a breeze but when you're a dandelion it takes away your seeds takes away your will to live and you're rooted in the ground while everyone else moves ahead the wind blows harder and every friend every seed leaves your side their flowery cotton helping them to glide the wind pushes them forward twirling around in the breeze left behind, dead and green the wind has stripped you of everything stripped you of everyone who you thought would be by your side through everything the seeds are re-planting your roots are getting weaker you can't hold stand up to the wind anymore each gust pounds you into the floor you let it take you the ground swallows you whole your friends are happy and you're no more.