I delve so far into my work,
My passion, My creation,
That i often neglect the importance
Of taking the time, To stop and smell the flowers.
They say a rose by any other name smells just as sweet,,
But knowing it in every other light than a rose for so long
I think I'm growing to forget what a rose truly is,
All that i see, Is a shadow, A nameless life force,
Withering away in the sands of time.