Future dreams we have to grasp,

Forgotten unclaimed ideas.

Yet hope is blind, 

so we ignore it instead.

 

Full of joy, 

discovering our youth.

Crippled the thought, 

So it will never be true.

 

And days go by,

As if one meant less than the last;

The happiness we crave

Is what destroyed us instead.

 

Dreams and restricted pleasures torn apart,

Ignored as they please,

Yet burning our gut in fear.

 

What used to make us blind

has now made us mute,

With nothing to do, 

no way to fight,

Only parting away 

From what made us complete.