LIFE AS A ROSE

First as the seed of life.
Bright as the sun in spring.
My hazy life easy, for what I do not know.
As years go on, problems sprout, and memories grow as leaves.
As time passes, for time is life, time I do not like, threw the roots of life I go as my conscience blooms in breeze.
My windy thoughts which one can not grab, rip threw the peddles of my mind.
If only i could be once more a seed back in time..