They are the dreams of our youth,
the lies we repeat to yourselves
learned from birth about
			fairness
			equality
			opportunity
			hard work
		`	justice
and on and on
and if we ever do learn that it’s
virtually all utter bullshit designed
to keep we animals busy and obeying
our masters – if this becomes self-
evident, we run the risk of becoming,
or at least being labeled,
	jaded
	cynical
	bitter
	hostile
	noncompliant
and all sorts of shit meant to
keep us down but these dreams
of our youth
		should
exist in some universe somewhere,
so really part of the secret is to
never believe, never trust
but never give up or give in.

They are the clouds in their thunderous
glory, all passion and wet, white hot lust.

They are the leaves in the trees
that remain overhead, stretching
and growing before falling prey
to the wind and the war gods.

They are the animals crying
into the inky darkness at night
when all is still and creeping
with murky cringe.

They are the children so painfully
innocent in their once-charmed
sweaty life-race, now all merely
prey as the world has learned.

They are the dreams that mean
so much – never believe, never
trust but never give up or give in.