Are we still allowed to dream
of worlds and things and people?
Of better worlds, and better things
and better days and real meanings

for our empty and formless lives.

Are we still allowed to think
of what and how and why we are
the way we are today?
why he’s rich and
why he’s poor,
why hes straight
and why he’s gay
why she’s weak
why she’s strong
or should to whom and where we belong?

Are we still allowed to question
the the things we see outside
why the man still salutes a rag
why the one she loved died.
why there are some that refuse to believe
that inside we are all the same
they burn it down they kill a man they drench the world in pain

Are we still allowed to be who we are
or is that now defined
by what we simply wear and buy
we live we consume we die
why she has nothing on which she can depend.
why she sits there and rots alone
waiting for the end.

Are we still allowed to use our hearts
or must we use first our minds
intellectual masturbation
is that the symbol of our time?
why do we all tell ourselves that nothing outside our life is true
why does our impulse tell us now i’m fine i don’t need you
why have we become nothing more than cogs in a machine
why have we become a faceless commodity
we need more than soap and makeup to make us beautiful and clean.

Or
Are we still waiting for the day
when this world will be overturned
when man will either destroy itself
or see the lessons to be learned.
Are we still waiting for the time
when all mankind will see
that together we are so much more than I myself and me
and what one wears and eats and earns
and what one says and does,
don’t let the world enslave you
raise your eyes and hearts above.