Sometimes we yearn for pastures greener <br />than the ones we already share, <br />virgin territories yet to be explored. <br />Not all pastures are greener <br />that the ones we already know, <br />some are more complicated <br />and there no flowers will grow. <br />Sometimes we seek the unattainable <br />never knowing the dangers that await there. <br />Sometimes we set our sights too high <br />and when the bubble burst, <br />we come tumbling to the ground. <br />Sometimes love flies in different directions <br />than the ones we want it to. <br />Only destiny knows the way <br />and that way we must choose.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pastures-greener/
