The  fragrance spread aimlessly like the mob mentality

enveloping in its chaotic embrace all those who rushed by.

The curious me stops to smell the roses,

touch the velvety petals, drown my senses in the heavenly muskiness

 The recklessness of my action surprises me

I’ll be left behind, I fear

I come out of the slumber; I let go of the dewiness

and briskly follow them all.

But I mistakenly look back

and the freshness of the beds pull me

and I stand there drawn to their intoxicating gaze 

I see you all pass me by 

Climb up the proverbial ladder with the same pace, same frenzy, same consternation, one after the other

while I am left smelling the roses.