If you pursue a flower
With the aim to pluck
You cannot appreciate the scent

I think I can say that
You cannot be a friend to her
If you think about possessing her beauty

I grow older, deadlier, and sicker
I want the rosebuds that live
And they grow prickly
I need to live

I need to feel the fresh spring air
The youthful side of me needs it
I have learned to cherish
Tomorrow, tomorrow

Finally?

Laid sprawling in the sheets
Broken and beaten like the leaves
Under the foot of a tree
I never gave up

Tied to the fences
Like a scarecrow amidst the storm
Hung like a conjured cloud
Overhead: addiction

Rehab was a broken place
I needed a place to rest
So, I slept off the drugs
And got up the next day sober

Sunshine, daisies, tulips kept waiting
Hugs, kisses, and girls were promises
I only wanted my life back
It lay behind the gate that stayed shut

Rehab was a broken place
I needed to live my life
So, I forgot the drugs
I sleep off life's problems, brighter tomorrow

He was easy as a breeze on the outside
He had a raging storm inside
Busy searching for the stop signs
And the turns kept passing him by