forced to look
at myself, my life, my past
my parents and friends
all the music and the movies
and the sex and the adventures
and the drugs and the books
that made me who I am

forced to look at what it is now
a big, boring
desperate people
clinging to the past
because it was better
Yes, that’s right, better
How sad,
that the future has
surprised us with
so little…
Sorry, kids
Your world is
a padded cell
and you’re cuffed to that cell
in your hand
telling you
what to think,
what to do
See, there was a time
that would have sounded crazy
and it still does,
to me.