Fabricate me a dream,
So then I can dream.
Why, you ask,
For you I forsake,
For you I quit,
The dreams I dreamt.
I no longer sleep,
Let alone dream.
So, concoct a dream for me,
If that may make it up,
If not as a courtesy,
You stole my dream,
Here is my inequity,
Instead of locking you up,
Or smashing you at once,
I give you the chance,
To prove yourself worthy.
I may forgive your collective rule,
If not accept the collective memory.
I will make a peace with what comes next,
Rather than resent and disobey it.
Or I may go on rebelling forever,
For I am a human,
To rebel is my nature.
But, maybe, just maybe
I will abide by the rules.
I will love society,
With all the blemish I despise.