just a dream

out into the desert we went,
i'd follow you anywhere,
even to the ends of the earth,
but once there,
was expected to explain,
all these things i knew nothing of,
but that's just it,
just traditions,
but brand new,
making it all up as we go,
act like you know,
just play along,
and no one will question.
yes i've seen that before,
yes that's something our people do,
to honor those who have come before,
what does it mean,
damned if i know,
but let me pretend,
i'll let you play along too,
you wanna know where i'm from?
my reservations pretty shitty,
middle of nowhere,
end of the road,
forget all that poetic romantic crap,
everyone wanted to leave,
those who didn't,
just can't say,
too crazy,
too proud,
too something,
maybe just plain afraid.
so here we are,
we all came to the city,
to make our fortunes,
to blend into the melting pot,
but guess what,
still floating on the top,
like grease skimmed off,
just won't mix,
so what is that,
what is this shit,
can't say,
maybe intergration is just a generation away . . .