The grass is much greener

A little snip of life.

The grass is much greener
just cause it’s somewhere else.
Over the mountains
way past the hill
as long as it’s somewhere else. 
I keep on a going
afraid to look back
at my life one more time
I  keep on  traveling
going to somewhere else.
She glitters like diamonds
Yet she cuts just like glass
As she pokes in the fragments
of the years that have passed.
Words have been spoken
Opportunites lost
It is all a changing
regardless of cost

D