Driven by desire
We dream like children
We blow tiny bubbles of hope around us
And we console ourselves when
Each flimsy bubble breathes its last.
The air full of toxic gas is what we shall inhale
There shall be no retribution for their deeds
We shall wither away under the glow of their prosperity
They shall mock us through the happiness of a drunken haze
There are two worlds at one place
And no sturdy bridges between
Men who tread them are full of hope.
And in our world,
Hope reads shit.