We were told how to dreamTo enter a zone of controlled thought
As if our minds were machines
We were commanded to believe
As if a manufactured scheme
To prepare for a world now wrought
But the modern world is difficult
Not imagined, destruction imminent
Told abandon hope, wouldn't relent
Told to abandon dreams
We did not pretend
We might escape into sleep
Fate might well be foreseen
We know the idea of fate is obscene
And we know
That life is even more
Than anything we might dream
“Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.” Lewis Carroll
