Monsters Inc.

I don't remember being scared of scary stories.
Tales of, monsters and vampires to keep us afraid and consumed, with worry.
While we sit around fireplaces, worried
Listen to horror stories, worried
And hide away, shy and afraid, worried.

I remember being told stores and thinking to myself
These stores are lies, I can't relate to these lies
There's loop-holes and ties
I mean, why would two lovers go up a hill?
Monsters? Nah, they were looking for a thrill,
Maybe they wanted to hang-out, you know, chill
I don't remember being scared of scary stories.

See, I realized a long time ago that monsters don't live under your bed,
They sleep in your head.
They're there, being fed, by society telling you dreams don't come true,
By society, putting you in a box and trying to label you,
By society stealing from us, pretending to feel for us,
I fear those that earn our trust.
Those that, comfort us with Bible passage Psalms
While they fill their palms, with our dreams and intuition.
Distracting us with silly superstition.

Listen to the undertones in the dial-tones when we call on the monsters we trust.
They'll tell us education is the key,
and, at the end of school hallways lie the maps, to the American Puff Daddy dream.
The don't mention the student loans that slave your conscience, to a system of debt.
How does one dream selfishly to fulfill their destiny?
When, we're a generation crippled by our duty to please the hands that feed us.
How is education the key to opportunity,
When the only opportunity available is one dictated by you to me?

See monsters don't sleep under our beds, they're Alive in our heads.
Monsters make you feel like you belong in some parallel universe, outcast society,
of dreamers and dead poets, rhyming angry nouns with beautiful verbs,
smoking herbs, complaining about society while we do nothing
..but write poems.
Monsters make you feel 50 shades of cray,
about that abstract way you choose to sway,
to rhythms of drums even you can't hear
Monsters make examples of your heroes and turn them to zeros
Add that to your list of broken dreams, you free-thinking, book-reading, tea-sipping poetry fiends

I stopped checking for monsters under my bed, when I realized monsters live amongst us.