just thoughts

A Poem by CountGuile

tangent

I don’t think anyone has tried to figure us out yet. The young men that make up my generation are really f*****g losing it. We were given way too much and now we don’t know how to do anything useful. We are so f*****g lost. No purpose, reason, direction, respect, shame, pity, responsibility, love. We are all alcoholics and drug abusers. Without them our minds are absolutely empty. No reflections, refined ideas, no inward spiritual journeys, we don’t know what to do in silence. We need the loud music and drugs to occupy our minds. The only ones who talk about anything are f*****g ignorant and stole their ideas off of some blog or news show. I always want to hit them; I should. We really have nothing. Even when we f**k some woman we found at the bar we wake up and just want them to leave and hope not to run into them again. I am kind to them but they bore me and I don’t feel connected to them in any way. I wonder what I’ll be in thirty years. Will I have found out who I am, or will I have something I believe in. This country’s religion is comical. I can’t help but laugh at them. I wish I could be passionate about something.