Where are the Kerouacs?
The Ginsbergs?
The Cassadys?
Drunk on
wine
and life
Riding the highways and railroads to dreams unseen, even by them.
Clashes of ideas, like bright lights in the dim daybreak of an all-nighters.
Fueled by cigarettes and philosophy.
Now everyone wants the same thing.
A boring spouse.
A boring job.
A boring house.
What happened to the generation of lost souls that once searched the open plains and the cramped alleyways?
For nothing more than a beautiful moment.
Feb 1, 2012
Feb 1, 2012 at 4:17 AM UTC
Where are the Kerouacs?
The Ginsbergs?
The Cassadys?
Drunk on
wine
and life
Riding the highways and railroads to dreams unseen, even by them.
Clashes of ideas, like bright lights in the dim daybreak of an all-nighters.
Fueled by cigarettes and philosophy.
Now everyone wants the same thing.
A boring spouse.
A boring job.
A boring house.
What happened to the generation of lost souls that once searched the open plains and the cramped alleyways?
For nothing more than a beautiful moment.
