So many years ago, I can’t remember when,
We were the brave ones, the free ones,
But now that’s at an end.
Sparkling eyes and careless hearts,
Rhythms of the ocean and songs of the night,
We played our part.
We played it well.
And now we wait, we rot,
They don’t tell you when you’re young,
They let you suffocate in ignorant splendor
And Saturday morning cartoons
They don’t tell you
That one day
You won’t see the sun
You won’t see the sky
You’ll murder Barbie
And you’ll lie.
You’ll watch a nation stumble
From the dreamlike haze you grew up on
And the politicians will huddle
And Mother won’t be wearing her party dress
And Father won’t be wearing cologne
Here is no success.
And it will be gray.
The ties shredded and the blazers burning and the sun shining like hard liquor through the cold glass,
And we will stay.
We will stay.
I just started a new job. This is what I think of it.