Is this it!

Holding in holding out, Knowing it couldn't be out loud. Mosaics left at sixes and sevens Hovering all where, Damn am I gonna End? The sunshine's beam that triggers on, Yet the arduous heart seemed to be gone! A void of nimbostratus sacs, The mind chatters eager to lave it up. The perplexed waves Overflowed the days. Is this the dandelion's nature? That was forced to be matured? Or just a dandelion's soul with the heart of Rose?