A step before one,
behind another
There's nowhere to go
and nowhere to breathe
So I stopped breathing
Now I'm dead inside
Resenting regret
Such a waste of time
Patience, a virtue
Forsaken by all
A world that's moving
Faster and faster
Where are they going?
Why all the rushing?
To smell the roses
Is to ask for death
Isn't it certain?
Why are you racing?
Why not surprise them?
Join me in Living
For I do not like
Smelling the roses
Alone
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Added 2006-11-10 14:22:27



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