Roses

I sit calmly in the state of shock, disgusted by my generation. Precious life that so many struggle to have, kicked aside like a soccer ball. Abusing the temple of our body. We the youth, blinded by stardom and greatness, not stopping to realize what is more important. The laughter, smiles and cherished moments a time capsule of many years ago. That we once relished and held so dearly to our heart, melted away by the hot blood in our skin. Step back, and take a look within, not just in ourselves, but of our past. Life is moving too quickly, we need to stop and smell the roses.