Grass Is Always Greener

isn’t it funny how the grass is always greener
even if you’ve never seen her

oh, you may have heard her –
you may have felt her

you may have lost yourself within her

but you have never been her

and you have never…
she is keenly aware
of the unknown, out there

painfully aware

worn within her modern concerns

worn thin
she knows better than
to sit in judgment

knows no man or
psychiatry can
measure the pigment

the grass is never greener
just a different colour; a
slightly altered texture

a thickness, enveloping,

molded perfectly

to its beholder