Not A Flower But A Weed

I am not some artwork you can frame in your room
I am free
I am flowing
I keep going
Like a river
off the page
out the window
I cannot be constricted
I will wilt
In confined spaces
Like a flower
in a pot
Who longs to be in the ground
I'm not some medal
in a glass case
Collecting dust
and acheiving nothing
till it finally is replaced
I'm like a bird
with no need of oxygen
Flying higher
higher
Into the sky
the atmosphere
Space eternal
I can go anywhere I want
Because you can't stop me
I am the echoing sound waves
in your ears
Never ending
But rebounding
Over and Over
Till it fades into the background
I am that annoying weed
In your garden
that you always tried to uproot
But it kept coming back
I am not some Rose
Petunia
Chrysanthemum
No.
I am the dandelion
Always knowing that
inside
I am beautiful
I just need my space
So that I can
G R O W