My patience is stretched; my loyalty vexed...
Each time I look at my generation and those younger my patience is worn a little thinner. The intellectually celibate masses doing all that they can to pretend to stray from normality without actually crossing the line and having mommy and daddy take away the minivan privileges. So hell-bent on being "independent" (see also "indie"/"scene") all the while not straying too far out of the normal lane of traffic. All I can do is sit and watch as they pull the hair out by the root slaving away in a dead-end career they loathe to buy shit they don't need and their only reward is to become as boring as their parents; constantly running out of steam, burnt out from trying to keep pace with style and trend but only to be left in the wake of it all.
Most often they fall hard into one of many alcohol or drug addled outcomes only to be resurrected supremely duller than before. Finally after hitting bottom they take nothing away from it but fear. Fear from comfort, fear from conformity, fear from recognizable faces, but most of all: fear from dramatic and often drastic change. They learn nothing from the new lifestyle they've stumbled upon but rather run for the nipple of complacency. Failing to see that it's only after you've lost everything, that you're free to do anything; the freedom they once wanted so badly is now mandatory.
If they knew then how they were much more interesting when ripped on the booze and drugs; I wonder if it would make a difference. Probably not. It's hard to taste life with the bit of society's expectational reigns in your mouth.
I can't help but wonder if all this waiting is in vain; waiting for all these poor bastards to realize its just life. You're not supposed to be "good at it", just snatch up all you can and pass it on so as to give the next lot a head start. To do what? I don't I know. I'm still a seeker; I haven't gathered enough to start handing down the bucket. Though once always in for the kill, now it's too cold and I already feel too old.
Thanks for listening.
- Peace and Sabotage
Wyatt
Each time I look at my generation and those younger my patience is worn a little thinner. The intellectually celibate masses doing all that they can to pretend to stray from normality without actually crossing the line and having mommy and daddy take away the minivan privileges. So hell-bent on being "independent" (see also "indie"/"scene") all the while not straying too far out of the normal lane of traffic. All I can do is sit and watch as they pull the hair out by the root slaving away in a dead-end career they loathe to buy shit they don't need and their only reward is to become as boring as their parents; constantly running out of steam, burnt out from trying to keep pace with style and trend but only to be left in the wake of it all.
Most often they fall hard into one of many alcohol or drug addled outcomes only to be resurrected supremely duller than before. Finally after hitting bottom they take nothing away from it but fear. Fear from comfort, fear from conformity, fear from recognizable faces, but most of all: fear from dramatic and often drastic change. They learn nothing from the new lifestyle they've stumbled upon but rather run for the nipple of complacency. Failing to see that it's only after you've lost everything, that you're free to do anything; the freedom they once wanted so badly is now mandatory.
If they knew then how they were much more interesting when ripped on the booze and drugs; I wonder if it would make a difference. Probably not. It's hard to taste life with the bit of society's expectational reigns in your mouth.
I can't help but wonder if all this waiting is in vain; waiting for all these poor bastards to realize its just life. You're not supposed to be "good at it", just snatch up all you can and pass it on so as to give the next lot a head start. To do what? I don't I know. I'm still a seeker; I haven't gathered enough to start handing down the bucket. Though once always in for the kill, now it's too cold and I already feel too old.
Thanks for listening.
- Peace and Sabotage
Wyatt
adelaide:
Wow......it's scary how true that is.
adelaide:
Thanks, man. It's frustrating when the guys who are "worth my time" live so far away.