Is not the end.
Just like you will never fulfill your dreams,
Because they change as soon as you get them.
And when you stop, well you have stopped living,
Because life is movement itself.
Don't tell me there's nothing worth living for,
If you're alive enough to tell.
Just the scent of something, like say a rose,
Is communication with life.
So go out and smell something to try to remember,
That angst's aroma is actually quite nice.
Ah, it's alright,
No, it's even better than that.
Every moment on this earth is a gift,
And every smell is an intimate act.
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