back to the green.

he was different then,
in the woods, in his green
heavy beard and lightweight heart.

he was different then,
more carefree, less stress-filled
only seeking joy and fun and life.

the city has changed him,
changed his face and changed his fear.
but changed his shell or changed his heart?
i fear the unknown answer.

the city has changed us,
too much to do, too much to carry
no time for the simplicity
of those woods, of that green.

we were different then,
we loved like no tomorrow
we laughed like gentle breezes.

we were different then,
can we be different again?
if we return to that which truly matters?

away from the city
away from rushing demand.

back to the woods
back to the green
back to who we were.

back
to who we truly
are
deep inside.



#hopevali #contradictivehope #backtothegreen #poetry

a different dream.

were my dream a different dream
would you react with less spite?
would you support it unconditionally
telling me dreams are meant to be followed
to be chased
if believed in just enough
to feel so real?
were my dream a different dream
one that impacted you less
would you offer words of hope
of inspiration
of optimism and shared joy
at the prospect
of impending happiness
should the dream take flight?
but my dream effects you
and you only see that effect
on you
not that it might be a dream
that i dream
almost nightly
that i feel pulled toward
that i believe in
though i know not why.
a dream that motivates me
to get up
get dressed
despite sorrow
despite loneliness.
a dream
that is carrying me through
these dark days
toward a torch
that is the dream
coming to light
igniting in my soul
a hope i doubted would return.
you tell me how alone i'd be
if i follow my dream
as if i did not feel alone already
though surrounded
by entourage of adoration.
maybe
i need to be alone then.
were my dream
a different dream
would you dream
my dream
with me?



#hopevali #contradictivehope #poetry #differentdream #dreamwithme