LIFE

The grass is not always greener

But forget that

We speed on to greener pastures

Looking out the window

Seeing the storm

But not caring

Nothing feels  better

Than running from Home

Who like the feeling of being alone

So we load up the vehicle

With hopes of floating

from reality

Ignoring all the signs along the road

Just to trick yourself of false hope

So we drive on

Until our vehicle gets stuck

In the green grass we fought so hard to live on

Then realize underneath it was nothing but mud and murk

Who put this grass on a dirty ass sea

If I only woulda listened to the road signs

I would have seen

That I was headed to the cliff of the end of me

Covered with such beautiful greenery