Youth

We are the youth. We are the future's hopes and dreams. We are lost and lonely, but not alone. We walk the paths of those before us, but we tread them in new shoes. We search for our gods in places that have been searched before: the bottoms of bottles, the arms of a lover, the top of a mountain perhaps, an empty city full, a discourse on something, nothing. Through education or experience, we continually hunt. Truth is fleeting, elusive, but it must lurk somewhere. We feel this, but we do not KNOW it. And one day we will pass the torch, the quest, to a new generation. In a small niche, we will think we've found something...and maybe we have. Only a piece. A hint of light amidst the black, the chaos of desolation. Enlightenment is what we crave; dimness must satisfy. This is our lot. In this all is not lost, but so by progressed. One day we will find it, him, something. Until then enjoy, search, love, hate...feel! Pass on your knowledge garnered from the sum of all your moments, your being, to those who are lost...lonely.

Sour Booze

We are all machines.