Greener

The grass is always greener way up high,

because of all the chemicals that we bleed into the earth,

and though up the ladder levels we strive for greener lawns,

that exulted state of the billboard ideal,

we try to forget the sins we reap,

not to know the crimes we commit,

the sludge that seeps through the blades,

deep down to the bloodline,

respired by our gummed up lungs.

unless you know no regret, no pain, no remorse,

you try to forgive yourself,

to look away

to carry on

Just as I hide behind my ignorance.

Grass-is-greener