the Kingdom of Leisure

Branding the Un Brand Able



Tears from behind eyes dreaming

Of heroes turned bums

Laid naked before children

Their intuition tuned toward the obvious



Sympathies intact but waning

In face of pathetic begging and ingratiations

A friendly front despite harmful data

Oh, but does time erode our mountains



In all fairness

We have lived our moments

Of the dreams that have already come true

For that time (of inexperiences)



But as we individually evolve

So must those dreams

Because if “the future is now”

Then us visionaries and futurists are unemployed