The Grass Is Greener On the Other Side:
The grass is greener on the other side,
So sit on the fence and watch them collide,
The geese fly south to a kinder climate,
As we philosophise to find our fate.
Many say religion shall save your soul,
And this is fine if you wish to be whole,
I'll drift into the mystery unknown,
Planting all my seeds but keep some unsown.
While reap I shall from above and below,
Never knowing truly which way to go,
Keeping my eye on the prize, so to speak,
Remain a gentle man, one of the meek.
Continue down my path till my demise,
Hoping one day I shall call myself wise.
(Ten syllables per line)
Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2016
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