They say we’re crazy Chasing stupid millennial dreams Too far fetched they seem and sometimes we agree But secretly we hope and pray they become reality
Excuse the interruption but does this sound familiar for anybody else?
“Big house on its second mortgage, and a camper for when we feel like downsizing prison. Cars each on a different loan, manicured lawn because we must show status in everything we own. Monday, he cheated with the bottle and she cheated in her heart Tuesday, sister came home late, crying her eyes out because the arms of her last lover were just like her fathers. Wednesday was surprisingly peaceful, but unnerving, as sunny days were far and few between and I was thinking this was just the calm before the storm. Thursday I saw father sitting on the floor his last straw a piece of paper "final notice" printed in red Friday mother sat in the car for an extra twenty minutes starring blankly at the door contemplating her life Saturday was fight night Sunday we went to church and pretended it was all alright”
I’m sorry if my pursuit in life is simply this: Happiness. If it looks like a retrofitted van and I live like a bum because I never want to fight about little green men Or, if it was a tiny home that her and I could reasonably afford on land far away from the city lights and temptations that come at night You could say It’s something about the fights we could hear through thick walls that drove us mad inside And now we chase peace and calm, love and happiness, through any means Because that’s something that cannot be bought despite our parents thoughts.
I started out with a completely different poem but somehow it morphed into this as I delved into my thoughts. The more I think about my generation and our obsession with tiny homes and little joys in life I believe this is what drives us to this way of life.