Whatever happened to my fantasies...

Whatever happened to my fantasies
My reverie is a gelatinous, protracted mess
Filled with images that cause me stress
That steal my bliss
That make me miss the days when I was a child
And my imagination would run wild
To worlds you’ve never been, sights you ain’t never seen
Like hope grabbing fear by the balls
And love pinning hate to the walls
Weak little boys growing up big and tall
Where mothers are more than one-time lovers
Picked up and discarded, replaced by others
Where daddies decide to stick around
Instead of going off to dick around
Where people don’t die from diseases
That manifest as coughs and sneezes
Where music could still put souls at ease
And the old forests still had their trees
Whatever happened to my fantasies

Now I dream a world of hate
And herein state all my grief
Trying to find a little relief
Holding on to the belief that we’re more than what we seem
More than what I see in my dreams.
There we’re all victims of rape
Men and women trying to escape the tumult, barely able to scrape by
Going through schools day by day, hoping the bullying will fade away
But it won’t so we try to make our own way
With needle tracks, train tracks, with roughnecks and rough sex
Trying to reclaim our pain because we’ve rationalized in our brains
That if we hurt ourselves then our lives belong to no one else.
There we’re hoping for a new age with new aids to take away
The AIDS, and HIV and herpes and HPV and all the other STDs you hear about on NBC
And ABC and CBS and CNN and all the other acronyms
That remind us of this state we’re in.
This is the world I see in my sleep
Because I keep the memory of my waking life
Bearing witness to all the strife
I want to escape into reverie
To call up my old fantasies
To take this world that should never be seen
And replace it with a better dream.