You think your skills are honed
We are a generation of misfits
You'll probably die alone
But don't forgo life
There are plenty of moans
Pleasure filled screams
And power tripped schemes
Lust fueled fantasies
For the lovers of fallacies
What do I mean?
Hedonism is the American dream
Blindly chasing that next hit
Dying one second at a time
There is no great war
There is no great depression
Our war is a spiritual war
Our great depression is our lives
You will not be remembered
You will not be memorialized
This is your life and it's ending one second at a time
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
You think your skills are honed
We are a generation of misfits
You'll probably die alone
But don't forgo life
There are plenty of moans
Pleasure filled screams
And power tripped schemes
Lust fueled fantasies
For the lovers of fallacies
What do I mean?
Hedonism is the American dream
Blindly chasing that next hit
Dying one second at a time
There is no great war
There is no great depression
Our war is a spiritual war
Our great depression is our lives
You will not be remembered
You will not be memorialized
This is your life and it's ending one second at a time
An ode to a favorite film of mine, this poem to me embodies the unique existential crisis younger generations are facing.
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