Weeds are classified together,
Unwanted and plain
Intrusive and mundane
But why?
Because they don’t die
Dramatically
Like flowers with bright petals
So sadly weeping
Still smelling sweetly?
I feel comfort around things
That cannot be ruined
Until I become attached
Like my weeds
playing like children in the playground.
I know that sometimes I make myself see the good
In something when it’s not really there.
Other times I merely try
to compose my mentality
To have a better time in a mediocre situation.
You can tell yourself you love something
Or you can use the failures
And call them learning experiences.