Retroactive:

Stories of giants
Living in the clouds.
Magic beanstalks,
Golden eggs,
Bravery,
Victory.
These are my childhood.
The stories we heard
As we grew into this world.

Now we hear stories
Sometimes still of giants.
But the magic is gone,
Replaced instead
By science.
There must always
Be a reason.
The golden eggs
Have transformed
Often into corrupt dealings.
There seems to be nothing
Of these fairy tales
Left to live.

This is a lie.
We can be brave,
We can search
For a reason to live.
A reason to fight.
We can still achieve goals
If we dare to dream.
But dreams are dangerous.
We may not have to fight dragons,
But we are still afraid
To truly seek
The treasure we desire.