Living Right Next Door Viewing Heaven
Oh how great it
was to live vicariously through others. To watch them come and go in their lives.
But a time comes when you no longer feel go to be a spectator. Sometime you
wish to be on the other side of the fence. Sometimes the grass is greener.
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Living Right Next Door Viewing Heaven Long
ago I hid and stared Into
the windows of my neighbor and my passion flared Voyeurism
and coveting must have been my crime I
envied and lusted watching all the time Noticed
them as they entered their every room Getting
their thrills and in each other consumed Recently
I moved on but this new place is worst I’ve
got neighbors who run all day but never thirst Going
tirelessly about every day Having
laughter and joy all the way There
are some who seem to have a gift for flying No
sorrow they have, no pain and no crying Everyone
seemed loving and kind Xalting
each other and of similar mind The
road on their side was paved in gold Dandelions
grew with a beauty to behold Old
folk behaved ageless and they ran too Over
to greet everyone and everyone they knew Right
over by my side was very hot Vastly
separated by a gulf that we could not Immigrate
to that place over there Enjoy
the benefits that we don’t have here Weary
we buckle but we can never sit It’s
endless the turmoil in this bottomless pit Now
we live death over and over again Grimace
from the agony, the thirst and the pain How
I longed for a drop of water to touch my tongue Eagerly
I’d take just a drop from where fountains sprung All
the days get even hotter than the day before Violent
heat from a lake of fire burns me to the core Every
day I regret the covetousness and lusting Now,
no one would go back to warn my sibling |




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