the 'grass is greener' complex
Fiddling with the prospect of what ifs, so preoccupied you've
never had the opportunity to marvel at mornings' dew.
Sifting memories and moments that once illuminated you,
in a direst chance at grandeur.
life's lens depict pseudo bliss & you vulture-ly hawk it,
aligning the stars yourself in the eleventh hour
to sit at the Potter's wheel.
Perception versus reality