Branding the Un Brand Able

Tears from behind eyes dreaming
Of heroes turned bums
Laid naked before children
Their intuition tuned toward the obvious

Sympathies intact but waning
In face of pathetic begging and ingratiations
A friendly front despite harmful data
Oh, but does time erode our mountains

In all fairness
We have lived our moments
Of the dreams that have already come true
For that time (of inexperiences)

But as we individually evolve
So must those dreams
Because if “the future is now”
Then us visionaries and futurists are unemployed