I did nothing but watch helpless as the young of my generation, the gifted and beautiful, trapped themselves in the same dead ends we hated the old for wasting their lives on. I’m sorry.
From birth your time, they say, will come. Your family excited, the papers, you sign. Guns flare. The uncles, the grandads, the fathers - those left - they say, your time will come. You sign, they cheer, you fight, they boo. Your war will come.
My mind buzzes over you. No use hiding from the truth. I hope it’s coming, what we’ve got coming - I need it. I need to feel inside, a castle on the hill with faces in the vines. I need you. No use hiding every night. I see something in your eyes. If you’re not something, I’ve got nothing. I need it. Fuel the fire inside a wood burned stove with glassy eyed cries. I need you. I don’t know where time has gone. Last I seen, it up and run. Ah, but nothing, it’s all nothing. I don’t need it. A crumbling tide. The house fell down, nobody inside. I need you. I need you.