The Skepticism of Dreaming

The Skepticism of Dreaming

 

We’ve lost the legends that forged our ambitions,

lost faerie tales in a child’s forgotten mind,

let children grow into organised structures

and denied the opium of the fathers behind.

 

Avalon lies in delicate pages,

recounted by historians as based in no fact,

and Heaven is dying a cancerous death

with each innocent ending on a battle raged tract.

 

The kamikaze has been stifled, the dragon’s breath held,

Kublai Khan merely fell in Japan,

scientific probes and punctures have removed all enigma,

and left tales of the failures of man.

 

We are left to dream only terrestrial dreams,

of houses built on compliant foundations,

secured by mortgages secured by safe jobs,

and paid for by mute indignation.