Jumbled,
Messy,
Unclear,
Unidentifiable;
These are my thoughts
when all the work piles up
Letter after letter
Sentence after sentence
Paragraph after paragraph
It’s never ending
An infinite workload
Right?
Right.
But I’m tired
These days, I just want to stop
Lay down,
Close my eyes
And dream of a better world
One where we can be who we want to be
See what we want to see
And be completely content
But that’s impossible;
There’s no such place
Nor will there ever be
Right?
Right.
We can’t help but wonder, though, can we?
Because there’s always going to be something
Something you want
That you can’t have
That’s so important in your mind
That you can’t help but wish for it
Right?
Right.
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Author:
Niki Kastanieda (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Well expressed. Part of me still says you're right, even though I'm no longer living that life. Guess the grass is never greener, right?
Correct, the grass only seems greener because you don't have it. Once you claim the "greener" grass, though, it becomes as dull as the grass you had before. This metaphor shows how people want what they can't have, and instead, don't see the value in what they do have.
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