The higher you reach – the further I refuse
The more that you want me – the less that I want you.
It’s a crippling paradox – that I only wish that you knew
Don’t fret baguette, it’s not easy to see through
There’s an image one and the same
Of wild sunflowers that can never be tamed
Their freedom is mystic- forever they roam,
The biggest star of all: their only conception of home
So they follow the light of a warm summer sun glow
From dark shadows of clouds into tomorrow
Such brilliance and joy from its spirit expressed
Yet the enigma of a sunflower is none to possess
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