The key to my wishes, my hopes, my dreams Funny how they tell you it's not what it seems And the grass is so much greener on the other side But what do you do? When the grass starts to die? The flowers all wilt and the sun doesn't shine Now what would you give to turn back time?
But wait You don't have to
This isn't the end You haven't jumped yet Jumped the lake, turned the bend To where the grass is now dead So make a new path A beautiful one One that will last It's yours to design It's yours to create So don't give up yet You decide your own fate
I'm new to poetry so any comments and/or critiques would be greatly appreciated :)