His days are forgotten
As clouds full of wind
Replaced by confusion
Like cushions for pins
And lies laced with beauty
As tattoos for skin
To map out the length of his years

Mistakes are relinquished
To fairytale lines
With words much like chisels
To carve out his mind
Replacing his thoughts
With a vacuum of time
Exchanging his laughter for tears

And when he grows older
He’s sent off to school
To learn what to think
From a coven of fools
Breaking him down
So he follows their rules
For good boys must do what they’re told

So he drifts in and out
Of the whom he should be
Creating in secret so no one can see
For thinking is not for
The ones who are free
But those who fit into a mold

The state of the world
From the words he’s been taught
Tell him stories so different
From those that he bought
Replacing sweet dreams
With collectivist thought
So, every kid turns out the same

You never talk back
When they say whom to follow
You’ll hate this one now
And another tomorrow
Just keep up your grades
For the money you’ve borrowed
We’ll find you somebody to blame

So he drinks from a cup
Of the Koolaid, they give
They send him to work
And he’s shown how to live
Like a lemming to jump off
A predestined cliff
Whenever the timing is right

As all of his memories
are stolen away
His future’s consumed
By the nothing he craves
For nothing from nothing
Leaves nothing, they say
Like shadows will scatter from light

And now he’s a man
With the mind of a child
Watching fake news
As he’s following styles
Going through motions
Asleep all the while
Never a question of why

He has a nice home
With a dog, son, and wife
Living his days
On the edge of a knife
Never a clue there is more
to this life
Telling his son the same lies

TM DiSarro

©2025 TM DiSarro/ MindScapes Publishing

From: THE MEMORY OF RAIN
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