easy offence.
i stand before this fence,
wondering what it will take
to climb to its other side and
discover greener pastures.
but the next thought is one
of anticipatory regret;
what color will the grass be
when i actually arrive?
will i find a lush garden,
or an dead desert dune?
will i breath in ocean breeze,
or choke on toxic fume?
when this happens, will the fence
then be impossible to pass,
and will i be stuck in a world
of fruitless un-utopia?
and how long would it take
for me to realize a mistake?
would it happen now, or happen then,
or would it happen at all?
perhaps it's best i just stay here
and brave what things may come,
but even here, in this way,
my question stays the same:
is it worth the risk?
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