I wasted every single moment Of a life I should've lived Hoping to see a place Better than the arms you held Reaching towards my figure As I looked to the hills For they say the grass is greener On the other side Yet I must admit for me The problem always stayed I was worried about the grass I had not discovered yet.
A diagnosis to prognosis Hypnosis to sleep Meditation to mindfulness A tragedy to weep Venting to relief In the oven to eat The time in between is time to keep
Lightly stained Like a towel That took so many trips Ocean water seeps through Elegantly Permeating the fibers Pooling in the center As a large celestial body Pulls Bending space and time To wash you again