Moving Towards an End

I am dutifully,
sometimes mechanically, working
moving towards
the welcome end of an age
waiting for it to be easier
waiting for the sunshine to be brighter
for my sown seeds to show better promise
even if it is September

Unsettling to know
this is an easy road.
Easy for someone else
so absurd that I am so ill-suited
for my own tasks
why don't I find my way
to some other road
full of daisies and sweet smells

I don't think I am here
only for daisies and sweet smells
and I've heard it said that
things smell sweeter
when you know what it is
to be without their perfume
for me, when I reach that road
the daisies will be glorious and the smell very sweet