They look to heaven with prospect ladder eyes, as the frigid wind cuts across their tattered garments. Their earthly concern ends at the nearest school-yard, although their dreams may surpass the universe's knowledge. However, here they are forgotten left like beggars in the snow. Lost inside a winter fog, unaware the news of summer's escape.
Ignored and abandoned youth ensnared twixt life and death, never to interpret to which path they belong. They are dispatched to the libraries of those in command, while the book of answers is kept hidden from their sight. Still they are asked to thrive in a creation where resolutions are equal with strength and control.
Those who hold the power will place the book within nurseries of their own result. Teaching the inhabitants to ridicule and scorn those who lag behind. Instructing they must shun and reject their unfamiliar plight, for fear it should envelope all.
-Johnny V.
