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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