"the world"

I rest on the prairie

and in the soul,

the dry grass seems abrasive

yet warm and welcoming-

this world captures my heart

with its trees and flowers,

with the green semi solid within the brown acorns

and the pits within the olives,

yet it also seems to steal

the ambition I held

and place a mask over it-

I rest in my dreams

and only then

because I fear the world

will move too quickly without me

and yet again they will lose me

and I will never truly come back this time.