Only A Dream

i dream of a place where i can hold your face,

and tell you of the wonders of the life we've been condemned to

and soothe your concerns of the violence that may arise 

and convince you of our progress; 

where we would inhale and exhale, breathing steadily in our placidity, rather than in the sagacity of our anxiety

i wish i could love you, without being apprehensive and afraid

without being conflicted of the infliction i tend to be 

without disguising my emotions-

in being trapped in the notion- that they are not as important 

i dream of a world where our affection is not criticized, 

where we are not degraded by the admiration we call our safe haven, 

but it seems that I must accept the fact

be content with the realization that the change does not come fast 

and live among their sadness 

that is that