Another Chapter Ends

I sat and watched, helpless, as my utopian dream came crashing down around my feet.
It settled there with the wreckage of my tarnished childhood teachings of happy endings and setting suns.
The endless march of soldiers of lies commanded by my governors.
Their devastating weapons firing false ideals into my fragile mind.
Yet only now I've fully realized the impact of their masking.
The fantastic stories they tell us end within hours, happy and sweet.
Is there any greater torment than when you find out that they were nothing but fantastic lies?
The gray world holds both good and bad. Both happiness and misery.

So which will come next?