Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2014
On the other side,
there seems to be a wall,
on the other side
is where you'll take a fall.

Now which is it you'd like?
To hurt a little and stope to wonder?
Or would you like to finally fly for just a moment,
to be buried six feet under?

Well it's rather a pickle,
oh yes, rather riddle,
unfortunately my friend there doesn't seem to be a middle.

See have a fear
of coming in last,
thinking that we must be there,
we must act fast!

Roll the die! And cast your fortune,
do all your research for years and only come to ruin.

On the other side you have,
possibly a greener grass,
planted by the dead, who died en mass.
So by all means, take the greener grass,
but as for me...I think I'd rather pass.

Be content yet strive for more,
look for more opportunities!
Just be careful to whom opens the door.
Nomad
Written by
Nomad  Between Here and There
(Between Here and There)   
224
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems