desperately paddling back
but the winds of time push us farther out
into the ocean of adulthood,
forcing us to make decisions --
to drift or to drown,
Friends drifting on bottles of whiskey and wine,
on cigarette packs and scars of relationships,
All of us hoping that there isn't a crack,
that there are no holes,
fearing we'll go under,
like our dear friends of old.
Rocks of goals,
smashing our dreams into failures,
Sirens of uselessness call us
spinning our bottles into whirlpools of depression,
how tight we hold on as we sink lower,
some of us get lucky and come out all right,
some of us we'll have to meet on the Other Side.
Words from a 20-something year old
fall on deaf old ears,
See my generation falling around you
you haven't learned everything,
life will give you one last lesson --
your kingdoms will fall to the tides of our tears.
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