The Grass is Greener
By Jacob White
High hopes for a better town, a better time is what I sought. There were dark chords from keys playing on the piano in the shaded corner. A small light showed from somewhere I could no longer see. I look back on a time of dreams, a path that no one could stop. Faith in all things that I could accomplish now faded into a slow moving river. It’s been a long road my friend…sorry you couldn’t come out for the ride. It was well worth it for a time till pain and blood covered my body and mind with the darkest of embers and all I heard was a raven singing nevermore.
Loss, oh the loss and the lost. I took the wrong turn at the crossroads and it was too late before I could stop the tide. Pulled out and in to a place I could not change. Small creatures surrounded me and tried to save me but the creatures gave up in time as did our dreams. Why did the rainbow lead to nowhere? Why the shock of all that was yet to come? A pool of dark red water near the pharaoh’s feet. He did not listen as he knew he should have. Is it too late for pride and tide to be turned? I only wish I knew. I knew it was my wish.
Finding it harder each day as the trumpet blows and there lay shredded tears on the freshly dug dirt. I feel no pain anymore. The numbness makes this entire world just an empty bowl, constant the effort to fill but sadly no reaction with the failure that should have been a bitter pill. Desire and ambition gone forever. A forced day. A forced mask. A forced effort. It will end when I fall back into the flowing river of my youth that was only yesterday. If only those days had not passed and I stayed inside and stayed away from the ride.
Would I have lived if I hid in the room of my youth with dreams unfulfilled or have I lived because I left the room with my dreams unfulfilled? One last look back. One last look forward. Living just this one moment till it’s gone again. The tide pulls again but I no longer give in I give back. The cup empties and lets me leave along the road of those who never cared, never dared. I shall never look back or forward again at the dreams I had or the nightmares that lay ahead. The endless road is my only friend. Alas, I say good-bye and pray that you find the grass was greener on the other side as I become the tide but I warn you not to cross to the other side.
High hopes for a better town, a better time is what I sought. There were dark chords from keys playing on the piano in the shaded corner. A small light showed from somewhere I could no longer see. I look back on a time of dreams, a path that no one could stop. Faith in all things that I could accomplish now faded into a slow moving river. It’s been a long road my friend…sorry you couldn’t come out for the ride. It was well worth it for a time till pain and blood covered my body and mind with the darkest of embers and all I heard was a raven singing nevermore.
Loss, oh the loss and the lost. I took the wrong turn at the crossroads and it was too late before I could stop the tide. Pulled out and in to a place I could not change. Small creatures surrounded me and tried to save me but the creatures gave up in time as did our dreams. Why did the rainbow lead to nowhere? Why the shock of all that was yet to come? A pool of dark red water near the pharaoh’s feet. He did not listen as he knew he should have. Is it too late for pride and tide to be turned? I only wish I knew. I knew it was my wish.
Finding it harder each day as the trumpet blows and there lay shredded tears on the freshly dug dirt. I feel no pain anymore. The numbness makes this entire world just an empty bowl, constant the effort to fill but sadly no reaction with the failure that should have been a bitter pill. Desire and ambition gone forever. A forced day. A forced mask. A forced effort. It will end when I fall back into the flowing river of my youth that was only yesterday. If only those days had not passed and I stayed inside and stayed away from the ride.
Would I have lived if I hid in the room of my youth with dreams unfulfilled or have I lived because I left the room with my dreams unfulfilled? One last look back. One last look forward. Living just this one moment till it’s gone again. The tide pulls again but I no longer give in I give back. The cup empties and lets me leave along the road of those who never cared, never dared. I shall never look back or forward again at the dreams I had or the nightmares that lay ahead. The endless road is my only friend. Alas, I say good-bye and pray that you find the grass was greener on the other side as I become the tide but I warn you not to cross to the other side.
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