Things seemed so much better on the other side.
Cooler. Greener. Different.
It was the only grass in plain view.
Now that you're gone, does the belief hold true?
You've passed on.
Gone. Simply gone.
Life pushed you toward this view.
So, is the grass greener on the other side?
The unknown is the hardest part.
Battling. Constantly. At War.
We see greener hills and fields.
Are we beginning to see the truth?
We will never know.
Truth. Elusive truth.
Here, we find comfort.
Are we understanding a greener shade of grass?
Be good to each other,
-Nathan