What is this, but a dream complete?
If nothing more than that.
The day to day toil
Punctuated by fruition
To the victor goes the spoil
To the peasant goes the whip.
Is this not what we aim to achieve?
A proper place in society?
Wet dreams of becoming a contributing factor in humanity,
Poorly cared for by machine?
Is that what we aspire to?
But what of breaking the mold?
Coloring outside the lines,
Crossing out the rules and escaping limitations?
What is this, but a dream complete?
No, it is a dream just beginning.