As life twists and flows
Wends and bends its way downstream
Who holds the tiller?
As life twists and flows
Wends and bends its way downstream
Who holds the tiller?
How do such spiky
Sharp spines transform into soft
Silky thistle down
Now I’ve gone to seed
Another invasive weed
Scattered on the breeze
Weeds are just flowers
That are still looking out for
The right place to grow
Thistle faries float
Wherever the wind takes them
I wish to be wild
Musky thistledown
Tumbles through rusty tangles
To escape Goldfinch
Plush purple prickles
Polarising poison spikes
Push people apart