Greener Pastures
People think the other side of the pasture is greener
For some it may be true
For others, there is no other side; they are too afraid to go for it
And end up staying put, brewing in the mix of their forfeit
Some continue to look for that greener meadow
And realize when they get there, that brown patches are everywhere
Some can live with those uneven patches, ignore them, walk over them
And just live in those boundaries they have created
While some will not accept it and find ways to make it better
Turning those brown patches into their own color
Maybe not green but surely a shade that makes them dream
From a distance, the green pasture is what it is supposed to be
So we realize there is no greener pasture
The greener part that we all seek is really in us all
We were so busy thinking about its geography
But all along it was hidden, somewhere deep in our anatomy.
Copyright © Lan Castro | Year Posted 2007
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