It wasn’t always true you discovered
That the grass was greener on the other side.
It could look that way from time to time
You could make a rash decision
Hurdle the fence and land in a patch of nettles.
Or you could look longingly
Wondering if beyond the horizon
There was a land of milk and honey.
There were things that held you back
Age, safety, security.
What if there was a land of axe murderers?
The soothsayers proved right.
The barbs would then be real
The derision palpable
You’ve be left to ponder the no future.
But one motivating factor
From all your meditating
Would be the thought
Of a light at the end of all.
Where happiness and acceptance held hands
A place to be,
A place to play.