Blue and Green, Green and Blue, a poem

Blue and Green, Green and Blue

I see the colors I like … blue and green

In all the things I love both strong and lean

In the absence of them; I project my desire

And sell out, to the reality that is my fire.

If blue is sad and green is happy

Then let me pick and choose

Those which I like best, and when

My greens and blues

I do not care if it is real or true

So, I see what I wish and make the rest green and blue

Do you know what I mean?

Do you change things to suit you, make them blue and green?

My grandmother told me not to do this

Not to project wishes when the reality is best

Not to see what isn’t there and truly true

But I cannot help myself, I like green and blue.

And perhaps it does not matter what we fake

Or the changes we try to make

What matters is how we treat others and ourselves

Both in or lives and in our cells

And let there be greens and blues

For all the days, within the cues

Which allow us to see and be

As we are, alive and free.