I wish the blur of brightened days
Would stop and let me smell the flowers
But dragged away and forced to rush
The Human race sees nothing.
Our race, our race
We rush around
A flowing, endless rush of Us
Just us, just us,
We see nothing else
And no one stops to smell the flowers
So here I am, caught in the race,
Wishing I could stop a second
But if I did, I'd lose the herd,
And take up my life with the one that follows.
But still, at least, I could stop
Stop and stoop and smell the flowers
Sit and sing to cloudless skies
And watch the herds go flashing by.
We're a vein the runs throughout the Earth
That clots to watch the horrors of life.
But only those that affect us
Because we see nothing.
Nothing, nothing
Is what is left
Once our rush has rushed around
And if we could only stop,
Stop and smell the flowers
Regardless of the herd
Maybe, maybe
It will get better.
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 9:25 AM UTC
I wish the blur of brightened days
Would stop and let me smell the flowers
But dragged away and forced to rush
The Human race sees nothing.
Our race, our race
We rush around
A flowing, endless rush of Us
Just us, just us,
We see nothing else
And no one stops to smell the flowers
So here I am, caught in the race,
Wishing I could stop a second
But if I did, I'd lose the herd,
And take up my life with the one that follows.
But still, at least, I could stop
Stop and stoop and smell the flowers
Sit and sing to cloudless skies
And watch the herds go flashing by.
We're a vein the runs throughout the Earth
That clots to watch the horrors of life.
But only those that affect us
Because we see nothing.
Nothing, nothing
Is what is left
Once our rush has rushed around
And if we could only stop,
Stop and smell the flowers
Regardless of the herd
Maybe, maybe
It will get better.
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