Grass is often greener on the other side

With the true feelings one may hide

And often you may ponder

What is over yonder

Is it roads of gold?

Or a fortune foretold?

Is it all you’ve hoped and dream

Or an elegant stream

Is it a field with a beautiful meadow

House owned by a rich fellow?

What is over the hill?

Is it the pill?

The one that will fix

Make your head not in a mix

What you think is over the hill

The type of life that’d you’d kill

Isn’t all that glitters, nor gold

No treasure to behold

For on the other side they ask the same

In life it’s the most pitiful game

For in the other side

Of this insidious ride

The other side is the same as yours

That I can be sure