Stop and smell the Roses
no worries as to how it grew to be
just pick it ,smell it and enjoy
photosynthesis don't mean a thing
complex things need not be difficult
enjoy the simplicity that you can
difficult times will be whatever they will be
enjoy the goodness while you can
To think so much it hurts
wonder what it feels like to smile all day
to laugh is an after thought
to cry is a shameful sin
letting the balloons fly freely
emotions and suppressed belonging
I owe myself a train of thought
to feel that what I am is right
baby steps to longer strides
growth will spurt in acceptance and self worth
holding a grip on the regulators pulse
turn it on and turn it up
breaking ground on new horizons
a life map and a compass guides me
emotions and a wayward thought
doing things from the hole in my grab bag
slowing down the cerebral whirlwind
playing in the mud real slow
I might get dirty and smell real bad
but I will smell the Roses in my hands
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