Thinking Other Things

I used to stop and smell the flowers

But now I just pass them by

I always long to stop

But I never do.

Once I got hurt 

I realized nature bites.

If I could, I'd go back

I would smell the flowers 

I would sit down awhile in it's splendor.

But I can't go back now,

I can dream

I won't forget

I used to stop and smell the flowers

But now I think of other thoughts. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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