Grass is greener
11/11 2023
Every green is always part of a greener turn
And every gold medal you earn will burn.
Look towards the rainbow and try to learn
Every color there is, every color to discern:
Royal purple becomes a solemn red.
Blood seeps to my grounded head,
But from which pine trees shoot up instead.
Sometimes hell on earth I much prefer to tread
Over being proved less than an equal's red thread.
I watch eternity, I see its light.
I'm ashamed of my actions in the night.
I am not equal yet, but I'm getting there despite
This ghastly shade of heavenly white.
He who holds the book in a steady hand
He who brushes red spots from his ivory band
He who touches the hand of god with divine command.
Porcelain fingers runs over the fine sand.
Gold scarabs glide over water-smoothed land.
But I'm always too old or too young for time
Among equals I find no relief, I find no rhyme.
I see plastic glitter in the sun and chime
Before it loses its luster and is decreed a crime.
But then again it might just not be obvious to me
That my ink dries faster than the green vines I see.
They serve as the canopy over the wide sea
That light floats gently on, who am I to disagree?