Random (V)

Sunrise

I feel like a rose flower
Lovely and beautiful
But prickly dangerous
Neither good for you or me.
I feel like a flower vase
Dainty, placed on a corner table
Praying not to be bumped into
Because i don’t want to be broken again.

I want to be tomato
Joyfully colouring the stew
I wish I’m onions
Giving legs to the food
Reaching the nose before the mouth
I want to be more than a ball
Chased by eleven
Defended by another
Kicked and caught in the web

Open your windows
Just wide enough
See the rising sun.

Bose