Will You Remember Me

Will you remember me, will you remember all those instances of peace and glee, all those times we stepped out of the boundaries and became free, all those times we swam across the vastness of every sea, climbed the heights of every mountain, created fountains of sublimity, that would last for eternity, will you remember our foes and enemies, the prodigious amounts of fatalities, the feign and real realities, that made us whole, that made us odd, will you remember the days in which we fought side by side, to release the hunger for love that was locked deep down inside, to release the hunger for freedom that was torn from our hearts as children, as we scrambled to understand our own reflections, the masses stole our wills for introspection, just to keep us safe, for our own protection, so the sounds of the truth, would not deter us from enjoying our youth, so the sounds of lies, could make us nurtured and wise, the ultimate surprise, to be fettered in a cage of ignorance and insignificance until our forlorn demise, spurious hellos, baneful goodbyes, so many detrimental lows, not enough seraphic highs, pushing us down, so we remain the same size, grinding us down to nothing, so we could become the lost voices, stupid boys and girls who've made the wrong choices, incapable of discerning right from wrong, they're just here to be our slaves, they don't actually belong, round them up in heards and throngs, make them listen to the dumbest songs, just like children, they will maunder on, they will sing along, for they won't be here for long, will you remember, the fires that burned deep within, the thoughts that were filled with pernicious sin, to destroy the masters that tore us from our cradles, the liars who fed us evaporating fables, the killers who took food off of our tables, the bastards who fed us pills to make us lonely and unstable, the demons who entered our dreams, the government's that broke our jaws after we screamed for justice, the parables written by the mendacious, the wealth that was kept by the ostentatious, will you remember, or will it be a fleeting thought, fugacious.