The smell of the dark earth emanates from me,
As the wind tries to kiss my bare skin but only tickles it trying to get my attention like sirens in an empty sea where beauty is found in the trees and these,
Rocks
See,
I was hoping that this life I lived would allow me to stop and smell the roses
But I found that time doesn't care what you want
it only sees straight forward and doesn't care about the means to reach the end,
The,
Final destination,
Whether or not your destined for greatness you're destined for a dead end, which time has orchestrated,
And final dying cries are her symphony
Because you only see how beautiful she is when she's gone,
When your out of time
Because we always want the things we lack and then it's wasted when we have plenty
I live for days wondering which second of the next minute will be my last
Because they say time waits for no man,
It doesn't have the time to as it laps you twice seconds after hearing the gun
And honestly I can tell you now second best is never good enough for me
Especially when you find all that you thought you had worked for turned out to be a lie
See time,
is brutal
Especially when it's wasted,
Because the smell of dark earth emanates from me,
And the wind tries to caress my bare skin
And I see that I should've stopped to smell the roses when I had the chance,
but I learned my lesson too late