Lone Perspective

Sometimes grass is greener, When you taste it on your own, Each person's opium growing stale, When left within touching distance, Of the burning sun. That envius and interfering sun! unnerving the freeworld grass eater, un-intensionally holds his head to the floor, This opium grass tastes sweeter, Alone in the deep black dark. The grass eater within me will need to break, before the opium grass disintegrates.