This world of superstores, super sizes and superstars
This world of lights, camera, action
This world of high tech, at high speed, in high def
Is not mine.

I dabbled in dancing in it.
They offered me the finest silk
ornate lilies, orchids and roses
To try to tie me down.

Inadequate imitations
that lack the quality I most seek:
Life.

I will forever choose one dandelion,
with its gnarled roots and bitter leaves
over the insulting sheen of synthetic pretensions.

Don't they see that a flower without these is bound to wither and die?

It is probably my fault,
For going too slow.
These things are not meant to be examined too closely.

As long as you don't look too hard,
You can't even tell it's not the real thing!
Forward momentum is all that matters.

Should I laugh or should I cry?
Instead, a strange amalgamation
into quiet bewilderment.
Do they believe themselves?

Fake plastic trees wear me out.
But not so much that I could ever submit,
so no one was surprised when I spread my wings and flew away.