Dreams Are Often Shattered by Reality
No one I know dreams of living out their days in a high-rise apartment complex fighting the congestion of some mega-metropolis traffic. Or lost among a complex of look-alike buildings and lethargic lives. Whenever most of us think about our happy place, our minds immediately go to a cottage on the bank of some lake surrounded by trees with their autumn-colored leaves rustling in a warm afternoon breeze. Or we dream of living on a small farm amidst rolling hills covered in green grass. Where cows and horses frolic under a majestic sunrise.
The grass is greener
where I live inside my dreams
without internet
Copyright © Jerry Brotherton | Year Posted 2023
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