lucid-dreamer society will never hold your hand,
or carry you fondly over the cracks and areas with spills and immense damage,
instead society will watch you fall, get back up and fall again,
never once giving you a helping hand,
you determine your destiny,
you determine whether or not you want to go flaccid or with force into the world we live in,
get back up every time you fall,
for all society wants is for you to give up and fall prey to the dangers,
for you to cower in the face of fear and scowl at the mere mention of the names of those who made it,
be thankful always and humble yourself at the first sight of turmoil,
for you are your own creator of the small part we play in fulfilling our destiny,
go forth and do so, willingly with an open minded spirit