One day, you will all realize where you are
And where you have come from
And where you are going
There is only people, and only here
There is only what you have and what you are striving towards
There is only the memory of times you’ll never retrieve
There is only the sailing of rafts across oceans of dreams
Only the eager voices of children you once were
Only the despair of the adults you’ve become
There is only here, and now, and what you’ve created
One day, you will realize who you have shot down
And who you’ve held high
And who you’ve missed in your travels
One day, you will realize that the people that tear themselves to pieces
For themselves, for each other
The people who are striving towards the Better they are sure to find
Who are fighting humanity for the ever-escaping IT
Who are chasing the dreams of the places they know they’ll have been
These people, they’re chasing what is, and what you are not
One day, you will realize, what you have trampled upon
And what you will never be.
"But yet, but yet, woe, woe unto those who think that the Beat Generation means crime, delinquency, immorality, amorality ... woe unto those who attack it on the grounds that they simply don’t understand history and the yearning of human souls ... woe in fact unto those who make evil movies about the Beat Generation where innocent housewives are raped by beatniks! ... woe unto those who spit on the Beat Generation, the wind’ll blow it back." -- Jack Kerouac
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Bubble Shark's Works
My writings. Ranging from poetry, ranting, life-ing. Whatever I feel like writing at the time.
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