leaving attitudes
in the same pocket as ambition
where the loneliest secrets
want to be free for a change
it's when the calls stop coming
when the drive ceases to exist
and all that's left is the same regret
which lingered in a few dreams
and promised never to come alive
the communication (or lack thereof)
wisdom carried from the greatest generation
to empathize with today's struggle:
getting the job
getting the girl
finding a home
to fill with love
to be labeled as lazy
or unwilling to commit
it's easy to brush off
unidentified trouble
basking in welcomed fear
searching the crevices of hands
for answers which don't exist
if you can't follow the trajectory
so tempted to change to “won't”
when the future is always several steps ahead
and knees have fallen to the ground
either to pray or to plead
anger to a silent God
or shouting to a quiet self
unsure how to respond
how to take this further
when life threatens to suffer
to kill starry eyes
and stop ample arms
whispers disguised as screams
looking to cast the pointed finger
when the easy excuses
forever turn their backs in shame