The grass is no greener on the other side,
no matter what they say
& stomachs like ours can’t digest it anyway.
Whether we’re more poster-children
for just another trend
we’re still just children.
I guess that’s why its so easy to hate
& why black and white look better than grey.
But easy doesn’t leave a trace,
can’t keep that fear at bay…
the fear we’ll all either feel at the end
or can’t keep away every day:
not one of us is exempt.
you want to call god or
karma or claim as the fault of others,
only we can face the danger of freedom;
only we can fight the terror of existence,
but I cannot do it alone.
will you join me?