Chasing Georgia

Georgia is a sweet song on my mind
A mind so occupied
it cannot look behind
without feeling the forceful urge to rewind
And all in life 
with all the compromise
it takes little to realize
what comes to find
real happiness
But it is easy
to be blind-ed by the blind
who think bling is the king of
happiness we chase
the life we portray
the moments we wish we hoped to stay
The life we prayed for 
the vision we said we'd have
but all in all we are left in dismay
Because as they say the grass
is always greener
always fresher
always better
and always cleaner
Yet we stick with our demeanor
of the poor and the richer
them and they - feel superior
Though hopefully 
we will grow taller 
and leaner and
outgrow 
what we used to seek
Because now we know
it never is as it seems.