Go out and smell the roses
Go out and climb the trees
Go out and run in the valleys
Go out and sail on the seas.

But beyond the mist
Is an abyss
And you’ll fall in
If you search for bliss
The world is not
What they said it would be
Don't be blinded
By what you see.

Though once in a while,
You find a rose
And shores
Always end at sea.
So when the world
Isn't all but pleasure,
These small joys
Are nature’s measure.

Go out and smell the roses
Go out and climb the trees
Go out and run in the valleys
Go out and sail on the seas.