Green Garden
Staring at the green garden,
These are the times I liked the least
The in between times
The times where it did not matter that I was alive now
It was about what would happen next
Everyone could feel now
I wished I could now, but I could not
If I did now, there would be no next,
The only times where I did,
Where I could,
Where I was,
Were when I was with someone who didn’t need me to be what could be next
To them, next never really mattered
At some point I will have to cross
I want to cross
But It takes so long to get there
And I am tired of staring at the
Green garden, now.