I had a dream

it was it is

rainbows and butterflies

i'm chasing it

and so my son, 

your grandchild

is eight, and he doesn't

smile as much

as the other kids

he doesnt know

how to ride a bike

or play seven stones

hes never played

more than a little

the ways they play in school

mommys always busy

trying to exhale

his fresh mind

is a blank slate

on which evil constantly writes

some good too,

but we both know

you and I, 

the women and children

that evil always wins

mother, I followed a dream

was I right or wrong?