As kids the act of playing pretend was almost effortless and hopes and dreams often seemed achievable and important. Now we find ourselves in the real world and our dreams crowded out by self-doubt and the true state of where we find ourselves. It can be harder and harder to even imagine a better world let alone to let go of the pain around us and trauma behind us and try to dream again...
Effortless
There used to be these worlds to wander
Hidden in my mind
A living well of babbling water
Aligned with all the stars
I once escaped to vivid places
Cascading endlessly
Waterfalls celestial
Beside streams meandering
Why is the face of hope still lost
Not just another phase of the moon
In the worlds that I've forgot
Worlds I used to wander
Pondering the meaning I once gave
To fictions I'd create
To fantasies left incomplete
A land endless with dreams
I'm nothing now
I've lost faith
Stringing these words together
Pointlessly
Effortless regret
I'm not worthy in the end
Of any of it
Or even a gray skied existence
The world is just so fucked
Mired in the miasma of fascist lies
Tangled in the tales of the facile masses
In love with the propaganda of the rich
Creation nihilistic
Only illusions can transcend
In a land where they've convinced us
To work ourselves to death
This nebula gave birth to suns
On the inside of my heart
Galaxies replete with life
I'd escape into the dark
And your eyes would meet me there
Worthy of escape
If I could only hold onto hope
And not succumb to fate
I'm hurting now
Lost my way
Held under the sway
Helplessly
Everlasting tides
I'm just drowning here again
Falling friction-less
Without resistance
I can rebuild it I know I can
Even as I hit the Earth
Though the connection is tenuous
You can never kill the flame
Creation cyclical
But a fire burns below
Hoping that I'll find you near
To build a better world
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