Here,
it's meaner,
a scene of mayhem,
the mantra of tantrums assault my ears.
Here,
is the place full of worry and fears.

Over there,
it's cleaner,
the grass is lush and much greener
a scene of tranquility and harmony.

No harm in me looking or booking a day trip,
trip,trip,trap
and the trolls are back
under the bridge
on the attack.

They laugh at tranquility,guffaw at harmony
and they're out to get me,
that's what I see.

This scene is a set but I'll get there yet,over the bridge,through the long grass or I'll pass away in the trying,
because dying has got to be better than this.