Sometimes we yearn for pastures greener
than the ones we already share,
virgin territories yet to be explored.
Not all pastures are greener
that the ones we already know,
some are more complicated
and there no flowers will grow.
Sometimes we seek the unattainable
never knowing the dangers that await there.
Sometimes we set our sights too high
and when the bubble burst,
we come tumbling to the ground.
Sometimes love flies in different directions
than the ones we want it to.
Only destiny knows the way
and that way we must choose.

David Harris

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pastures-greener/