What if, the greener pasture was a fraud.

What if one day, you stand back at the same old barren land,
What if you look and realise,
That the pasture was never greener on the other side,
that the old wise man who told you so lied with a fraudulent grin?

What if you look down at your feet, at this plain old land
And wish that you never bade it goodbye?
What if you want to come back,
But know that things will never be the same,
For people always leave?

Because life isn’t about second chances,
It’s about moving on.
Go on, cry through the night,
But time will repudiate your pleas,
And the clock will never stop.

What if you want to say you’re sorry,
But they’ve all turn hard and cold on the inside?
What if the eyes you once looked into
Is now so foreign and far?

When winter falls and the night is cold,
Would you forsake memories, for a cup of hot cocoa?
Would you throw it all away,
Just to assuage a night of discomfort?

What if one day you turn around,
What if one day you stand by the sepulchral monuments,
With a contrite heart,
Would you cry,
Or is pride your very fall?

I’ll give you a thousand goodbyes,
And if you don’t want them
Go to the sea, throw them there.
Perhaps time will stop,
And this time round,
In greener pastures you’d believe no more;
In greener pastures I’d no longer trust.

Because life is ugly,
And so is the world.