the thoughts of a generation
lost in translation
vague thoughts and notions
kids just going through the motions
looking for no real kicks
just a temporary fix
some empty experience that will make you tick
you shed the weight of your mind like a brick
wishing that one good moment would freeze
forgetting the therapy given by trees
spending your life living off screens
dissatisfaction is carried by the breeze
nothing you say makes any real sense
it's not poetry, it makes us wince
we who seek an intellectual rinse
your words are worth no Dicken's pence
your generation has fallen out of sync
the world forgetting how to think
driving the old souls to drink
before we've even hit the brink
please don't let your brains get away
learn to appreciate the thoughtful days
appreciate the times when your heart chooses to stay
in that stimulating place; the intellectual fray