Why is the grass so green, on the other side of the fence?
The happiness we strive for, always in future tense.
Why do we prize attention from those who pay little heed?
Neglecting they who look to us, with the selfsame need
Why this nostalgia over times and things now past?
Ignoring the golden present, that but a moment does last.
Why the fascination in reaching for the stars?
Planning for days, dreaming for hours
Why restless aspiration? Why soaring ambition?
This need for speed, for quick satisfaction.
Why this impatience? Ever searching eyes,
Quick beating heart, wistful sighs.
Why the rush? Note the days flit by,
It’ll be time for farewell, in the blink of an eye.
Why not pause an instant? Give in to fun
Enjoy the day’s passing, this golden sun.
Why do you hurry? Come sit a while,
Create a memory, share a smile.
Why should the grass be green on the other side of the fence?
The happiness we strive for, always in future tense…
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