Stuck in the garden
roses as far the eye can see
watching from afar stares the warden
I run as far as he lets me

I run farther and farther into the sea of rose
testing my range minute by minute
the aroma of roses fill my nose
wondering how much time on a clock I can spin it

The end doesn't seem near
Do I keep running?
or return without fear?
or keep running and get caught with much more to lose