Beat

11/07/11

Saddled up, seatbelts on and off they drove

Foray into the wondrous unknown

Their motives unquestioned and unread

In letters unclaimed but were their own

 

The misfortune of rolling the dice

Journeys marred by lost chances and fraud

Multitudes lost without prejudice

Deviations of a weary God

 

The survivor misguided by time

Coddled by his government and pills

An abyss of missed chances along the ride

The tie that binds is also the one that kills

 

Fruits of labors toiled for the sake of the world

Childish adventures of the sordid kind

Maturity, a submission to boredom

The idealism of dreams left behind

 

A lost generation, the new beats

Hearts overflowing with endless passion

Irrelevant in the scheme of loans and jobs

Left on the pillow when the day has begun