On the bedlam of roses;
that you walk,
do you feel the fluff petals;
or the prickly thorns?
Have you seen,
the blazing sun;
of success,
atop the mountain;
of hard work.
or are you still;
clawing your way up?
Hope you found;
a kindred soul,
to dress;
your wounds,
and address;
your anxieties,
someone;
you could die for.
Let\'s sign,
on a promise;
spanning through time;
to never regret;
the long lost yesterday,
to fully live;
the ever present today.
For now,
I bury this poem,
in the bits;
the 1\'s and 0\'s,
of the internet,
to perhaps return,
on the cold winter when;
I have learnt,
the answers to;
the questions I posed.