Graduation

Graduation

I remember dreaming,
Back in my later-teens –
I thought that I could be anything, anything –
God, it was good to be alive !
My many futures were teeming –
Cos I had the smarts, and I had the means,
To take this world and make her sing !
All I needed was muscle and drive.

That’s why they’re called dreams, I guess…
Cos waking up is such a bitch.
Nobody cares what we have to bring,
Just suck on beige till we love the taste.
We’re nothing.  We’re just a cog in a press
Whose job is to make some others rich.
I thought that I could be anything, anything –
God, what a pointless waste.