RavenQueen3155

Right?

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.

  • Author: Niki Kastanieda (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 28th, 2018 01:41
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Poetic Dan

    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?

    • RavenQueen3155

      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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