Roses are prickly,
Violets are withering,
A kind of twist, not expected but known..
Similar to the violets, so is my life,
Going out of my grasp, begging for freedom,
Like a bird in a cage, urge to fly but tied down,
Is it really worth..?
I try so hard, but only ever get so far,
Fell behind again, tried to climb, but the Rose's got to me,
Removed the thorns..
And bleed..
Over..
And over..
And over.. until.. I eventually stop..
Trying keeps getting hard.. and I'm unsure if I even want to..
But..
As long as the wind moves,
And the trees sway to the rhythm of the world..
...
I took will keep trying.. until I can't..
