The
other side looks greener.
Much
greener than this side – the terrain where I stand.
O
how I want to be there!
I
should be there by now.
I
am so ready to across the bridge - to be at the other side
And
started to be like them – typical and ordinary
Though
I know I’ll be missing this territory
But
I have to keep moving.
I
take my first step.
And
then I doubt
Am
I really that ready?
