Dandelion

Every man is born into this life a dandelion. All of them filled to the brim with dreams and aspirations. Life then comes along and lifts those dreams into the sky and with a little luck and hope those dreams will land on fertile ground and prosper into a grand future. But me I was born different. Always was always will be. I was born without those seeds of hopes and dreams. And without them I sit here waiting to wither and die. My only hope that some strange force will come and pluck me from the ground before my time.