Walk in the Woods

In the interplay of dialogue and conscience, logic is side played by emotions. What we feel is reflected in how we respond to issues of life we face.We build hopes, amidst distractions of timing. Often without helpers of dreams and eventual reality we face. Our life, loves and living are semantically recaptured in this poetry piece, context our imperfections. This piece is history, current and future woven with nettles of simple everyday feelings. There is never a smooth venture into any woods. Life itself is a wood adventure. In our walk we face issues, some resolved others not, we make mounds of hope; believing things could be better. Isn't that why we keep on? Nevertheless the time spent in the wood of life is not without distractions - some entertain us, others iritate us. Imperfect in balance; yet often we appear to carry a roadmap through this wood maze - a dream. Poetically, isn't this the sum of the eventual reality we face?