Never have I ever,
Stopped and smelled the flowers,
Without having the guilt of missing something else,
Never have I ever,
Felt the breeze on my face,
Without the worry of something I didn’t do,
Never have I ever,
Looked at birds scaling the skies,
Without pitying myself.
As far as the memory goes,
I have never been still,
Always going somewhere,
Always late for everywhere.
Sometimes stuck in the middle of nowhere,
Sometimes falling into an abyss,
Sometimes, wondering, If I am the only one,
Maybe, I should have,
Maybe, I will,
There is a bigger picture,
Right in front of me
But I can’t see it,
Unless I stop,
And smell the roses,
Unless I feel the breeze on my face,
Unless I admire those who fly!
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