Can we leave it behind, to be untouchable?nnTo document with photos and tape?nnCan they separate our signatures,nnAnd write new passions on our souls?nnThey re-write our souls;nnVicarious and careless, are we killing dreams deferrednnBy the decadence of status, wealth and show.nnIt seems the straight and narrow pathways are wider than you know,nnAll leading to the places where we tie our hopes to trees,nnResting nameless without epitaphs, resting unmarked memories.nnCan they burn ideals? Can they steal a soul?nnCan they bullet the intangible and fit body bags to hope,nnOr does a dream deferred ignite its fuse and lie in wait to explode?nnIs it suicide, the life I've left behind?nnWe are the cavalier and cold, keeping thoughts at bay and sinking ships.nnOh, the liars that we mold! They're only children anyway.nnWe never thought that we'd resort to sticks and stones,nnwhen the caliber our weapons wield can only break bones.nnCan we burn ideals? Can we steal a soul?nnWe are the cavalier and cold, keeping thoughts at bay and sinking ships.nnOh, the liars that we mold! They're only children anyway.nnDreams: What confines our motion to mainstream? It's all we have.nnOur purpose is hidden in daydreams, and locked within our souls.