Dreams

Where do dreams go?
Bright as the white hot steel chipped from the bar
In fiery arcs
By the remoselessly rumbling carbide
Decaying to red while still in flight
Then guttering to black on the cold concrete floor
Where do dreams go?
Buoyed up by the smug sympathy of officials
Who know too well which side their bread is buttered on
And that you'll get the crusts if you're lucky
Where do dreams go?
Be your own boss
The new convenient social virtue
Governments latest con trick
Like"horse and sparrow",sorry,"trickle down" economics
Feed the horse enough grain
Then there's some left in the shit for the sparrows
But it's the horse pays the piper
Where do dreams go?
Don't know, but we need them
Lifebelts against the grey sea of eternity
But what if the sea is freezing