Wildflowers in the Weeds

Terri thinks she is cursed Or the fruit of unlucky genetics Cuz there are laws of the Universe That govern the earthly and etheric All she needs is one clean break In her heart of her bad habits To really hunger for something Before she reaches out to grab it As above, so below Terri reaps what she sews 40 seasons since she's planted any seeds In between winter and spring Hides the secret of every living thing And she's looking for the wildflowers in the weeds It's the law of polarity Every action has an inverse reaction Terri believes in posterity But not the law of attraction So she keeps them to herself All her dreams and her desires Of love and luck and health Afraid of the action faith requires In her backward little town East is west and up is down Gravity, it is the only constant creed Prayers move slower than the speed of sound Fall from her lips straight to the ground Where they germinate like wildflowers in the weeds She looks at the classifieds She looks at the internet. If only changing was as easy as changing the channels on her TV set She looks at her horoscope She looks at the almanac She looks at the Bible and the Big Book Looking for a needle in a haystack Terri's looking for some roots She's digging down below the surface Solving for the absolutes She goes to work with a purpose Terri buys a piece of land A quarter acre is more than she needs To feel the soil in her hands She waters the wildflowers in the weeds