Reminisce (PART TWO)

Fake Dreams

The paper is set alight, like the sun amidst the grey,

When the child did truly realise, it isn't what they say,

It burns like all their fears, like all that is left of your mere dream,

If you listen close enough, you may hear its dying scream.

Indeed it is memory lane, but a lane of all you have lost,

It is only now you realise, what your childhood dreams had cost.

'Be who you aspire to be', yet we are forced by their taboo,

Is it only now that your pitiful self, realises that they simply don't want you?

They just want a carbon-copy, of who they want all the children to be,

Because they know that such naïve eyes, simply refuse to see.