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Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm’d,

And every fair from fair sometimes declines,

By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimm’d:

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ows’t,

Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

I’ve seen you in my shadows,

I’ve seen you in my dreams,

I’ve seen you in your letters;

but it’s not enough for me.

To see you in the daylight

and underneath the moon,

to have you in my arms;

but it’s not enough for me.

To have you look upon me

with your gentle eyes,

with a smile that holds a lifetime;

but it’s not enough for me.

To hear your gentle laughter,

and feel your hands placed in mine,

to wrap my arms around you;

but it’s not enough for me.

I will love you forever,

for as long as that will be;

but even forever,

is not enough for me.

The grass is always greener for me

this state I’m in

just can’t be,

I run to find comfort in the other field

only to find that there is nothing to yeld,

and no energy at all to build,

there is no comfort

it’s void of joy, peace and happiness,

Ive been running since I was a young boy

I run from my thoughts

run from my feelings

strait into the presents

of a heroin dealer!

This I do...

to push down the emotions

trapped by time

forever so revealing,

its my own soul,

I’ve been thieving.

I run from field to field only

to look back at greener pastures

If this goes on it will be sad fatal and disastrous.

I’ll die full of remorse

Tired old and full of regret,

Oh! curst oh! curst.

”This fields

the worst!

the worst”.

So first light I’ll be running

for greener pastures

” It's gotta work! I'm sure it'll work”.

Where the grass is always greener

Just to glimpse

a different scene

There.

So I can run from getting clean here...

”Not this field!

I’ve been here,

When? oh when?

will I wake from this bad dream,

dear?

”when you stop running from all your fears

thinking the next one will surly be greener,”

”I know this for a fact

cos it used to be me,

I was just like ya...

a vagabond trying to

get free and cleaner.”

But all I found is the grass is never ever going to be greener.

Im now in sunny Queensland but moonshine got me leaning,

I wanna be clean

I'm off the ice

Making me feel right

About my plight

Sin city's behind me for now but

Next months it'll grind me out

Till I screen n shout

What's this life all about

If not struggle

I wish I could hug u all

The Americans the Buddhist Christian or

Even the next man

Put your faith in

Where blessed man!