Greener Grass
My mind goes in many directions
takes vacation days
without any permission
says my heart had a wonderful vision
I always think the grass is greener
and go ahead to find out
sometimes I’m right
although I don’t see
cause I’m thinking about the next place to be
I know I should slow down
but life’s excited when you don’t
so I don’t
My mind keeps traveling
like her life is dependent
meanwhile my heart waits patiently
to live her life as intended
I was sitting outside in the sun, thinking about my next possible travel destination, while inside, my suitcase was still unpacked from the last trip. It probably has something to do with my childhood. Whenever we were on our summer holiday, we would always talk and dream about where we would go to next. I secretly really enjoy this.
