The Finch and the Daisy (A Riddle)

Caught me with hook of your melody's lines but I'm no punchline,
crack me up see what you find.
Anthropology mixes with insanity resulting in philanthropy
it's comedic to say the least.
There's a buttonhole to my soul made of a typewriter's ink, boy, what do you think are you an. Author can you make the best of me, best of, best of me.

I'll write you another riddle concerning the finch and the daisy.
We'll live in a house of glass walls that shatter when the light falls from room to room.
And despite it all a finch is gonna sing and a daisy's gonna bloom.

What would you say to living deliberately, or like blind poetry would you rather know or rather seek.
Hear the stars sing of old spars, how they fought great wars amongst themselves lofted above the rolling sea.

I'll write you another riddle concerning the finch and the daisy.
We'll live in a house of glass walls that shatter when the light falls from room to room.
And despite it all a finch is gonna sing and a daisy's gonna bloom.

Find me on the rails with mosquito bites leaking lust into my veins,
and as the influences change, I'll accept that I have failed.
This is an admirals ghost and he's holding my will,
all hands on deck it's just a shriveled eye and a soul.

I'll write you another riddle concerning the finch and the daisy.
We'll live in a house of glass walls that shatter when the light falls from room to room.
And despite it all a finch is gonna sing and a daisy's gonna bloom.