Oh, The Wonder of the youthful mind,
rooted in its ability to dream.
“Oh, what will I be, who will I become?”
Questions forever laid, like intricate brickwork,
in the mind of those young enough to believe.

What we fail to teach the almost-citizens
is how a simple 5-digit code of residence
is enough to crack these dreams
and cast them into the dustbin of adulthood.
“Why must it be this way?” they may plead.

What they must know is that even the monoliths
in their lives, the ones who they grapple to,
do not know for certain.
The veil of the mystery may be within reach,
but its solution does not lie beneath.

They may also learn that the figures of authority,
the ones we tout as representatives of this land,
are not working for their interests.
These are the unfortunate truths of the state.
The one they dream so fondly for.

It is our duty, our role, and our responsibility
to tell the future that their dreams are not bunk.
Forming a new horizon takes time,
takes bravery, and takes a hope for what could be.
“This life is MINE,” they must maintain.

With enough chants, upheaval, and formation,
the dreams of the child can be the realities of the old.
This, we do know for certain:
it may not occur in our time,
but it can occur in theirs.