Performed by Val Cole
—–
———Dreams
To what end is education,
When all refuse to learn,
To see the lies they build upon,
And cry for what they earn?
To each will come their own demise,
Designed and shaped by time,
Hidden amongst their hopes and dreams,
They’ll cry it is a crime.
To what end is revelation,
For those who cannot see?
Apocalypse will never come,
For those who always flee.
All seek and strive for victory,
Eschewing any doubt.
Grasping, clawing, crying for naught,
Broken for truths they tout.
Why dream of endless elation,
You who pray to your gods?
This world is one of lies and truth,
So pay tithes to the frauds.
The priests and whores, differ little,
From our politicians,
Each seeks to ensnare and bleed dry,
Feeding all their fictions.
Why dream of fabulous riches,
Whilst bound by all around?
The prizes and glories you seek,
Cannot ever be found.
For every thought you thought was yours,
Planted by another,
You couldn’t have even noticed,
Given the nice weather.
What point is there to anything,
Regardless of desire?
Each fool will gladly carry on,
Like moths to open fire.
So let go of your delusions,
See this and make a plan,
A realm of nightmares fueled by beasts,
Leave as soon as you can.
Fantasy/Sci-Fi FILM & WRITING FESTIVAL 