I’m walking through this beige and green
A field of promise ahead of me
Looking for a sign of red
Am I colorblind to not see it?
Am I fool to believe it?
Will I quote these lines back to myself
Hopes I should have saved for something else
Another repeated lesson
At the end of another repeated year
The more I speak about it, the more I fear
But – the grass looks so green to me
Green grass can be real, you’ll see
Not every leap of faith ends with a fall
Please let this be the right cliff, I’m jumping
There’s no way to know the right cliff, I’m jumping
With Love,
Natalie