Slash and Burn

Splinters flying everywhere,
There's a hint of red up in the air
And then the silvery sound of glass
Comes bouncing off these lonely walls.

Torn and jaded by the consequence
Of my desire to jump the fence
Thought the grass was greener at your end
Yes its greener if I can pretend.

If I bait and wait, trust my fate,
Will this ever end?
Or should I slash and burn as seasons turn
And see what's around this bend?