Roses

When roses are red, you think of the future.

When roses are dead, you think of the past.

When you look back,

You ask the time to stop,

So you could turn back and restart,

But let me tell you,

You are just wasting your time,

Because Time do not communicate with you,

It's on it own,

It does not listen to us, people

It does not talk to the other time too, -the

past and future,

You're wasting each second,

begging time to slow down or pause,

Now i tell you,

Go ahead and do think of the past, when

you walk,

You're walking ahead but thinking of the past,

But when you reach one placed,

Stop thinking of the past,

Step in and give yourself to this world- Now.