The laughing girl swirls by
Chatting
About how she will start a revolution
And free her friends from oppression.

I shake my head and sigh
For her silly dream of equality
Will always be
Fleeting.

I ridicule her remarks.
I scorn her eagerness.
I hate her optimism.
I envy her hopefulness.

The laughing girl accuses
Me of being cold like frost
Where within me
Wither hope and trust.

I chuckle.
I laugh
At her ignorance
For hope is never real
And neither is equality.

The laughing girl pouts
Demanding that I agree
That freedom is attainable
That no one can be caged.

In her optimism I see
The Visionary
I once was but no more.
Dead and forgotten is she,
Buried on bitter reality's shore.