Prisoner

Mentally absent
Walking through life
Mind glues to the problems
We face.
The sun is shining
The fresh breeze blowing
We don’t notice it
We are mentally absent.

We stroll and walk
We look round and
See the green grass
Others have
We look down at ours
In our eyes
Our grass withers away.

The grass isn’t green
On the other side.
It’s green where you
Choose to water it.
Choice and decisions
Same meaning
Different words
Rich and poor
Same destination
Just different paths.
The poor strive to be rich
The rich spend blindly
Till their poor…
Green grass
Ain’t always greeen
Rich peeps
Ain’t always rich.

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