Invisible hooks
Have managed to make us slaves of "welfare"
And exiled us to our willing shipwreck
Of eternal failure,
And of minute discontent.
However,
Dreamers
Who are not aware
That even if the trawl of yearning and expectation
Wears out
The rays of an old ideal
Are gone with the wind
Still envy us.
The flame of our souls
Burning within a scenery
Of a life we do not want.
But there are no more costumes
For the role we used to
Play.
There's so much chaos within ourselves,
And parents are no more.
Where are these thoughts
And facts
Taking us?
These days, when you just can't meet
Your brother unless you're on his agenda?
What does God have in mind for us?
