My Name Is Society
You are the little girl who wants to be
A doctor one day
To put on a white gown and a pair of squeaky clean shoes
To save lives from behind a mask and a ponytail
But forget it.
You’re not smart enough, not diligent enough
Not man enough.
And you, you are the little boy who wants to be
The president one day
To stand in front of millions as a symbol for progress
To serve the country you cherish so much
But forget it.
The odds are against you, a trillion to one
And the numbers never lie.
And who am I? I’m glad that you asked
My name is society.
I turn the gears of the machine
I make sure everything goes according to plan
But most importantly
I keep the pipes clear of these pesky little creatures
Called dreams.
These dreams if you’re not careful
Can become real, concrete things.
That doctor you see? She was once a little girl.
That man in the White House? He was once a little boy.
But even more dangerous
Is the power these dreams have to change, to create
To inspire.
There is a whole generation of young people
Brewing up dreams, brewing up trouble.
They don’t listen to me like they used to
They don’t heed my rules anymore.
I believe that
There is a revolution coming and it is all because of
These pesky little dreams.