Here In My Chair

Written By: FancyJ London ©2013


Not everything you touch turns to gold.

Not everything you catch, will you grasp hold.

The grass you see on the otherside isn’t green, brown or white,

It’s blue without oxygen, limpless without life,

The ballerina dances with beauty that can’t be beat,

weeping after the performance as she wipes the blood from her feet.

Take your just washed car out for a ride,

a big truck hits you on the right side.

A mother love’s her newborn Son,

knowing in the future he shall move on.

A daughter is her Daddy’s little girl,

then he leaves without a care in the world.

Even the most beautiful of flowers in all the fields will die.

Those who love you, seem to be the one’s who always lie.

A man will stray, and his woman will try.

A snake will kill, without thinking twice.

The picnic on the beach will bring you cheer,

then suddenly stinging bugs come out of nowhere.

You must be positive they say, when all your dreams are constantly taken away.

Turn on the T.V. to your favorite show,

abruptly interrupted by horrific news you don’t care to know.

A walk in the park with your love,

only to be shit on by a morning dove.

Pull up to your favorite restaurant to eat,

to find out they’re closed in the middle of the week.

You pull out the last cupcake and take a bite,

drop it and it’s insects and run for your life.

You meet a new friend and become the best,

only to find out they are just like the rest.

I like my green grass as I sit here, enjoying the crisp smell in the air.

To step on the Blue grass on the otherside, I wouldn’t dare.

I like it where I am, here in my chair.


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