:: The Grass is Greener on the Other Side ::
"You look tired," he said.
I thought I have been sleeping earlier than usual, lately.
I looked at the image in the mirror.
Indeed I look a little haggard, a little expired.
Could it be the lack of sun?
I look a little paley white.
Like the fresh hamachi sashimi
Waiting to be devoured.
Maybe I should get myself some colour
This weekend, in the sun.
Could it be the lack of rest?
Rest is never enough, but adequate for me, thank you.
I am so thankful I have no insomnia.
And I dream no dreams, and even if I did they linger no more.
Yet something somewhat lingers, I confess.
Could it be the lack of answers
To the few significant crossroads of decisions that
Would most certainly impact my life and periphery?
The self-justification cycle makes all right alright, thus wrong.
How does one choose the greener grass on the other side?
How does one choose the other side with the greener grass?
Maybe more sun, then.