sprawled out on the grass
like a spring daisy,
the wind blowing all around,
my mind getting hazy.

time blurs between the lines,
the ticking clock a mere concept
as i lie extremely still,
like i’m an inanimate object.

the sun beams a peaceful glow,
the wind brushing against my face.
a feeling that’s not fleeting,
not fading, and not chaste.

i flail my arms out
against the scratchy surface,
every moment being one
that holds no real purpose.

free from a constant growing stress
that not everything is quite okay,
i free myself of all inhibition
and enjoy this sunny day.