Romeo and Juliet

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou promises
the ideals you embody, romance, purity of love
was it all some little story based on nothing more than imagination?
did mankind ever possess the tools to make it real
or are we all too selfish
needy and unfulfilled
are we too damaged from trying so hard to find it
each time losing a part of ourselves
each time moving further and further away from our goals
our hearts desire, our dreams
does anyone really have a chance of finding it?
experience brings pain, barriers
the innocent become fodder
innocence lost to someone stronger, wiser
who was once innocent themselves
if the blind led the blind it might work
both filled with naivity, hope
no cynicism to dirty the waters
no suspicions to distort the beauty
no fear to infect all that is right
could it really work?
probably not
it's easier to be a cynic when the world around you begs for it
it's easier to be suspicous when the people around you require it
it's easier to fear when your very survival depends on it
sooner or later these things possess us
eating at everything in their way
like a hungry cancer, difficult to treat
sooner or later
hope is a memory
a nice one, but not very relevant
something to dream about, before your logic catches up
remind yourself how joy felt
before reality and fact get in the way
Juliet, Juliet, dead but not forgotten
well not always.