Smell The Roses

I want to want for nothing

but when I believe I'm on a roll

the same ghost haunts me

returns and taunts me

sneaks up behind to remind

all work and no play

nine to five can take its toll

break your heart

kill your soul if I feel I'm on solid ground

the spectre takes me

grabs hold and shakes me

then again I'll have it made

if along the way

I stop and smell the roses

before the day it's too late

and I'm pushing up the daisies

from six feet down

in the dead centre of town

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