When Ideals Die With Age

They all curse the scam

they screech and holler and cry and stare and hide their feelings from

those they love most

trying to make peace and capture the ideal

to revel in the makings of God and see everything

in its finest form

while ignoring the reality of the

drunkards in the streets, pissing themselves

throwing up on children and

wiping their asses with their

undershirts and crashing into

buildings and crying and wishing they were

never born, the ones lost in the crowd

out of place and out of mind

out of focus and out of time

the ones who pray when no one's watching

and suffer the most

of all, but never

forget what their mom told them

was "perfect", was "true", was "ideal"

they never let it leave their minds

and the white statue of

virtue haunts them and follows them

everywhere preaching the

impossible

dream.

Reviews

[darkgurl]

"out of place and out of mind out of focus and out of time" Love these lines right here, This is a most powerful write here, I like this alot very well written.

[Stephen Ownby]

Oh my god, that's powerful. The imagery is incredible, one of my new favorites on this site.