It Never Gets Better

“The grass is always greener.” 

Then why is mine dead? 

I yearn for the pastures 

that grow in my head.

I fight and I flail 

against river’s flow,

Climb to the top of the ladder 

where my troubles won’t grow. 

Future is my salvation, 

where I’ll find my respite,

from my worries and troubles, 

which I wrestle and fight.

Yet when tomorrow comes 

it’s the same as before,

More money, bigger bills, 

my mind always wants more.

I’ve searched the brittle branches, only to find

Life comes from the ground, nurturing and kind.

I hope I remember before it passes me by…

It never gets better.

How could it,

when every moment is the best.