Spending time chasing dreams in the dark;
whispering to one another about the things
we call “happiness”.
Checking our pockets for change
to buy hope and keep
our bellies full of joy;
injecting our minds with allusions
to dispel the horrors of our nightmares.
This is our drug
to cope with the fear of
loneliness in the night;
following the tracks to avoid
the slums that we must pass through.
“Love” was never a friend
just the trickster who stole
our moral decency;
the dealer of truth and lies