How is our youth meant to be understood?
A haze of moonlit past remembrance thought?
For what is past but a thought as wood
As we all think, but truth remains unbrought.
While past will stay the same, not so for us.
Detail celled to attention as bemused
Retiring now with soft eyes and no fuss
And lost is the initiation used.
Enjoy your world as you used to enjoy,
Flow with your people, and rebel to naught,
For what is unity but our employ?
So cast your ebbing lot, recede your thought,
Along with youthful bearing, to complete
The goal that single lot can set to seat.