Dreams of Generations

Little ones see the world as a blank slate,

A slate where they can draw a scene representing their future.

Little ones paint a picture for their future,

Hoping their painting translates into their life ahead. 

The big ones always asked the little ones, 

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

“I want to be Superman!” a little one said.

“I want to be a zoo keeper!” another little one said.

The big ones could only laugh, hiding their past. 

They see the charm the little ones had, 

Recognizing the nostalgic dream that the big ones once had.

The big ones held a secret about dreams from the little ones, 

The harsh and dark reality that the little ones could not face. 

The big ones knew about money, and the little ones did not. 

The big ones knew about status, and the little ones did not.

The big ones knew about payments and taxes, and the little ones did not. 

The big ones once had the dream to be a zoo keeper,

But society did not like that dream.

Society only recognized money, 

Society only recognized fame,

Society only recognized status.

Society does not like passion and dreams, 

Society likes good green paper. 

The big ones dream of getting by,

The big ones dream of being able to buy a house,

The big ones dream of having a good enough occupation,

Just so that society doesn’t frown upon.

Dreams start to fade as the little ones become big ones. 

The gap, growing bigger and bigger as time goes by. 

Society crushes the dreams of the little ones, 

And only some get by. 

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