Dullness starts to settle in,
and I think the whole world
is gray and black
as I feel life leaving me -
and I think how ironic
that I feel like that life
is leaving me,
just as spring comes
and is here.

I am sitting here,
waiting for something
that I don't even know,
and I am wasting away;
wanting to wait
for the daisies to bloom,
but the heartache
is still there -
I still miss you.

I wait for the daisies
to bloom,
but they don't come.
It isn't the time for them -
and I wonder,
was I actually waiting for you,
all along?
And was I waiting to see
if you still wanted to be with me?

The buildings rise up
in the air,
I see that through the window,
but I am still down
on the ground.
I think the world
is gray and black,
the skies being white;
but then I see the color yellow.

I see dandelions blooming,
and they are in her hair.
The dandelions
are already blooming,
and they are here.
Gray and white and black
are not the only colors
in my world
and that I see.