Last card in the deck

Where dreams come to die

No one tells you
The pursuit of dreams
can go hand in hand
with the capitalistic mentality
Of paying your way through
like a blind beggar on bended knees
dreams are sold, your future wrecked
Before it glints in the horizon
like peridot.

Sell your pride and your worth
ambition and the fruits of your nation
for a chance to make something
while you fashion your dreams
out of innocence and hope
while you fashion your dreams
Using prayer as an antidote

because something has to mean
Something has to MEAN
you've left your footprint on the world, right?
At least that's what you're lead to believe
by doting parents and siblings who cite the vitriol, that you have to be, you have to BE.

& shine in their image
because they didn't get the chances
or they fucked up, or they just weren't engulfed in the inferno that seems eternal.

Become someone and be proud of it.

But what if, what the fuck IF
answers don't lie at the bottom of
of textbooks that teach you what the rich want you to know.
What the fuck IF the people stood
In front of a class, spouting how shit the world fucking is, sing from the same hymn book of indoctrination?

Because while they spout and spew and make you chew
on pieces of predetermined knowledge,
knowledge unchanged because 'rolling with the times' is a tide too HIGH for those fucking assholes, too much effort. Too much time lost with family and too much SANITY lost to late nights and caffeine and alcohol

While they teach you what they want you to know,
they can spew all the hate and venom about how shit the system is, how against them it is, but the bottom line is, if you toss a coin...heads and tails mean the same fucking thing, so they can chirp and sing, but they're just as pathetic, just as sick, just as powerful, with their vitriol.


Notes- found this lying around. Probably a few months old now.