I always hate when people stare at clouds
And make believe there’s really something there,
While all the while they smile and waste the day,
Collecting memories the rain will soon erase.
They go about their lives in constant hope,
Like Sisyphus they greet the morning sun:
Today will be the day I’ll make it stay!
The hopefuls chant a child’s melody.
But toil and sweat and faith won’t change the facts,
As racing hamsters will attest to truth.
The springtime wind will mercilessly march,
Then turn and stare down at the dreaming throng;
And as the duel is ready for the off,
I’ll don my hat and bow my head in shame.
– K Poleet
“The scrupulous and the just, the noble, humane, and devoted natures; the unselfish and the intelligent may begin a movement–but it passes away from them. They are not the leaders of a revolution. They are its victims.” – Joseph Conrad, Under Western Eyes