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
.
.
.
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