Do your thoughts continue and repeat a cycle
Seed, growth, bloom, and seed again

When you build a house
You nail down memories
Paint and stain the fabric of time

Coming down life's highway
At ninety mile an hour
I want to slide
With bad brakes and bald tires
Into my final parking space

I tend the flowers of my mind
Watering our memories as they bloom

Daffodils are yellow trumpets of spring

Do the things you want to do; if you don’t, the things which keep you alive inside you die and you turn into a ghost!