The Grass is Always Greener

C.J. Bailey
Sep 5, 2018 · 1 min read
“black concrete road between steppe” by Jeremy Bishop on Unsplash

Things were simpler
when I lived in a town I never
left.
Things were simpler
when the next day was always brighter
because the possibilities seemed
infinite.

Things were simpler
when you could chalk up your problems
to where you were
staying
not where you were
going.

Things were simpler
when geographic boundaries held together
like a bubble,
everything that was
unsatisfactory

when a fresh start was around the
corner
and all you had to do was close your eyes
and remember with certainty and comfort
that uncertainty was always
waiting.

Things were simpler
before the bubble

popped.

And with a one way flight
I left it all behind
and it all came with me
following like a jet stream.

A broken suitcase,
heavy and dysfunctional behind me,
filled with nonsense to
carry.

But I paid the baggage fee.
I got off the plane.
I began
anew;
seeking the next bubble to
break.

Perhaps the moon has
promise.

Yes.

Perhaps.

Written by

The author "formally" known as CJ Bailey. I do poetry, short stories, and random fictional sh*t.

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