a continuation of yesterday's melodramatic schpiel;
I went home today
I felt at a loss for my generation
and I'm guilty in saying that I wasn't making it through the day
I'm self-indulgent, who isn't.
I wish I had the resources to do what's really exciting.
Go on a roadtrip to visit all the quaint roadside diners all the way up to Trenton, New Jersey. Stop at a country fair on the way, cover my face in cotton candy and apple pie. Jump into a river and scare the fish away, be disgusted by grime clinging to my feet. Document all of this on film and video. Sleep in the back of a pickup truck, looking at the sky - my own planetarium, surrounded by nothing but desert and grazing buffalo.
I wonder if other people my age have their own ideas too, but don't want to let others know, and just take the leftovers that suburbia hooks them up with.
Or maybe I'm just one of the few with an idea of something different.
I went home today
I felt at a loss for my generation
and I'm guilty in saying that I wasn't making it through the day
I'm self-indulgent, who isn't.
I wish I had the resources to do what's really exciting.
Go on a roadtrip to visit all the quaint roadside diners all the way up to Trenton, New Jersey. Stop at a country fair on the way, cover my face in cotton candy and apple pie. Jump into a river and scare the fish away, be disgusted by grime clinging to my feet. Document all of this on film and video. Sleep in the back of a pickup truck, looking at the sky - my own planetarium, surrounded by nothing but desert and grazing buffalo.
I wonder if other people my age have their own ideas too, but don't want to let others know, and just take the leftovers that suburbia hooks them up with.
Or maybe I'm just one of the few with an idea of something different.
No comments:
Post a Comment