As I look out at the river in Hoi An,
As the mosquitoes eat me alive,
I wonder why I gave up on my dream so easily,
Does society **** it out of you?
Want you to conform to it's working patterns?
Of course it does,
Society does not care much for dreams,
Except for material ones,
Houses, cars, possessions,
It likes those dreams,
They keep it bloated,
It does not much like creations,
Or the creators that create them,
Those that give birth to something out of nothing do not feed it,
Sometimes they even harm it.
Thus we must fight for our dreams,
We will rarely feel fulfilled,
We will rarely feel successful,
For society does not want us to.
We must help each other.