Reality

 

A quarter of a century

has passed me by

in mists and dreams

and illusions of time

The seasons continue

to roll right on

though, now, I see

I was alone all along

Twenty-five years

and nothing to show

all of my heart

forbidden to grow

There are unspoken words

and plenty of poems

Unexpressed artworks

and talents to hone

They say I lack reason

but it doesn’t make sense

what is life for

if you deny your essence

And, my generation

is just a lost cause

we haven’t a hope

just innumerable flaws

They want us to be this

and then, perhaps that

To achieve wonderful things

at the drop of a hat

Yet, they don’t see

and, they refuse to believe

those older generations

won’t set us free