Here’s a flower that wouldn’t bloom - come spring
When they picked it, it wouldn’t resist
It’s a story of someone who started to sing
Didn’t finish but didn’t persist

Maybe fate didn’t like him or give him a chance
When he shyly attempted his song
But the notes that he played wouldn’t make people dance
And who knows what could have gone wrong?

It’s funny don’t you agree with me?
He’d tell a joke without the punch line
How could he know of what the taste would be?
His lips had hardly touched the wine

He was only attempting his argument
He was timid and slow to begin
As the sweat on his forehead began to descend
And escaped with his soul through his skin

He just loaded his gun for the duel, to be
He just learnt all the rules in the game
It’s as if he had only begun to see
And about to view his first frame

He wanted all of it, what for?
He had to stop, and right before...

Before he reached, before he learned, more
And gained knowledge of the truth, above
The only one he ever yearned for
He’d only just begun to love

It’s funny don’t you agree with me
He tried to rush but he was late
Decisions that he’d have to make, would be
Forever left behind unmade

There’s truth in each letter I speak
He had written for her in the snow
But the fate of these poems was bleak
It would melt with nothing to show

But back then it was snowing a lot, a storm
He had freedom to write in the snow, he did
He was running to tell her before it got worm
And the snowflakes would melt on his lid

He didn’t get to her in time
And couldn’t make his poem rhyme...

He wasn’t fast enough on foot
He wasn’t fast enough in flight
Who laid his path to be no good?
He couldn’t do it if he tried

It’s funny don’t you agree with me
He tried to rush he made some haste
Two seconds flat, the missing link, the missing key
And the entire thing to waste!

It’s funny, isn’t it, I know, I know
Hell even I am laughing too
It’s just a tree that wouldn’t grow, so
Who can we blame, what can we do?