Farewell
to the
fairytales
that children tell.

We make
no more time
passing on
a long-gone songs
or simple rhymes.

Our taste for
the truly sublime
is past its prime.

The sweetness
of diversity
in creativity
has lost its longevity.

Whilst fools
clamor for
simple stories
and boring sports,
I grieve deeply
for the loss
of dreaming,
of seeing
and believing
great things
are future possibilities.

So, I serenade strangers
in poetry,
put on a parade
that nobody sees
and wait to die
unmourned by
the unmoved masses
of human cattle.