One flower

It is the hellest of days
When your mind wants to
But your body can't.
A misfiring of needs and wants
In no particular order.

Maybe I will call a robot
And ask if it is better
To only need and not want.
Does he live even less than I do?

I am in the consecrated position
Of being the one that might be luckier
Than someone else but don't you understand
That it really does not feel that way?

For when you want and you can't
Your life just doesn't spring on hold
And there are not always do overs.

All I asked for today was to be able to smell just one flower.