Dreams of Green

Barely an hour had the green turn grey
I shut my eyes, to seek escape into dreams
Colors of the past played like a musical
I dreamt of days, where life was Green.

Then.

Weeds, was how I described us back then.
Piled in a single bus, till service was thin
Standing, sitting in uniform of single tone
Into a place, aptly named Buangkok Green

For two years, it was peaceful and quiet
Lest for occasional angst, caused by dramatic teens
Two years later we stopped bullying the bus service
As we returned home, newly painted in luscious Green

Returned home we did, back to the land of tomatoes
Grew from a boy, you did, into a tall, dark teen.
The bells of dismissal rang and we cheered
And we’d often meet, unexpectedly, in our dress-down Greens

It started out with a single sport,
Of soaring balls, and some painful wrists
And then it was trapped by the rain in the realm of fries
That became a ritual of sorts to sit, and Grin.

Now.

The rest of the dream was neither fact nor fiction
I guess wild imaginations eventually get to my dreams
It changed from a dream to a fantasy,
One that was penned down, after I left my Greens.

Those were the days of teenage years
Of laughter, smile, friends and relationships
I woke with a smile, worries temporarily forgotten
Only to remember, it was all a Dream.

Dreams of Green, of the color I abhorred
Dreams of Green, of the color, that also represented me.
Dreamt of things, of our lives, of the single “What if”
Dreamt of Greens, of our lives, while in Greens