As I witness life trotting along in front of me
I sit sterile, infected, injected, trying to be
Looking at things from a rear view, wanting them to fade
But my turtle pace is just inching me closer to the blade
Within the design made for me, I try to make my own
But I find myself trapped by it, eroding on the seeds formerly sown
Media throws surprises of relevance every so often
I chuckle, sigh, and let this hard exterior soften
Strange are the powers of substitution
Duplication evades, and yet one finds bound by a social institution
Grass, like the metaphor dictates, remains greener on the other side
As I sit on in the bushes, waiting for my fate to ride
Relief.yes a sigh of relief.. to discover I am not the only muddle-headed creature witnessing life pass by me. I loved the line – “i sit sterile,infected,trying to be” sums up everything without much ado.
Numb minds think alike! weird!