Selling Our Dreams

Personal values inevitably change with age

but why too, can life’s beauty begin to fade?

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Love, hope, and freedom lose meaning

through substance, and wealth fueled dreaming.

Thoughts of demise drilled into youthful minds.

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Converting to ideals of fiscal earning,

but not first without a hint of religious curving,

or a dash of malicious “curing”.

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Clouding our innately ingrained yearning

for sufficient human learning,

as the world is left hurting.

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And all the while, the herding, is working;

as money, pharmacies,

religion, and political policies,

all breed gluttonous fallacies...

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where our wildest dreams should be.

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