Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass

I went to a party I came in hot Made decisions beforehand My mind made up Things that would make me happy To do them or not Each option weighed carefully A plan for each thought And then I walked through the door past the open concept And saw Violet bent backwards over the grass Seven years old with dandelions grasped tightly in her hand Arched like a bridge in a fallen handstand Grinning wildly like a madman With the exuberance that only doing nothing can bring Waiting for the fireworks to begin And in that moment I decided to do nothing about everything