the sad thing about life,
sometime things go so fast
that truly i wonder
why i cant stop and smell the flowers
on the way.

why life so tragically stops,
and everything is on paused.
why time moves forward,
and yet i-
i want to enjoy everything,
and smell the flowers,

but life is so busy,
that time moves forward,
and the flowers wilt
because who will ever stop
and enjoy