Tell me
A story
Of a man I once was

Was I fetching, kind, or gory
Did I laugh out just because

Did I ask for bread and butter
While a butler carried more

Was I something ever greater
Far beyond old Ire’s shore

Tell me
The trials
I faced another life

Will you sell me lies in vials
At the edge of bleeding knife

Will you take my robe and satchel
My last bushel out the door

So long as you can throw me far
Beyond old Ire’s shore

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The Grass isn’t Always Greener

Bunch of rubbish, isn’t it? We’re always looking for a little more than we have, but neglecting the parts of ourselves that are growing. Just because we don’t notice the growth happening, it doesn’t mean the growth isn’t happening. I mean, what’s the point of living somebody else’s life? Just work on yourself, one day at a time. You got this.