Dorothy At Forty - Cursive

Dorothy, I know you’ve had amazing dreams

We can’t go chasing down each golden street

Each and every rainbow, each passion, each unattainable goal

We’re not in dreamland anymore

Dorothy, it seems you’ll never understand

This here land is everything we have

Every sweat-stained collar, every dollar

Every bent and bloodied spur

We’re not the kids that we once were

We can’t be the adults we want to be

Dreams are all you have, dreams have held you back

Dreamers never live, only dream of it

Dream cars, dream houses, dream jobs, dream spouses

Dreams of tornadoes, cities of emerald

And I know we swore we’d make more of ourselves

But this plot is literally our lot in life

American dreams pollute our cities

Our piece of the pie can’t fill our bellies

(More!) More square inches

(More!) Picket fences

(More!) Clothes on the line

(More!) Naps at noontime

More of our fair share

More of our birthright

More of what we’re owed

More…

Paid vacation

(More!) Entertainment

(More!) Compensation

(More!) Gratuitous gratification

Dorothy, wake up, Dorothy, wake up

Dorothy, wake up, it’s time for work