Promises

I saw the best minds of my generation

Stuck

Down-right

Fucked

I saw them scratching their way through a

Master's

Then serving up French fries and Quarter Pounders

I saw the best minds of my generation

Dead

Tapped-out

Bled

I saw them stale next to a suicide note in a greenhouse

And then face plastered too late to come up as a god before

I saw the best minds of my generation

Tired

Worn-down

Flat

Sifting through piles upon piles of folded pink letters

And burning them with a flipped bird to the wind for good riddance

I saw the best minds of my generation

Confused

Over-drawn

Questioning

The seeds from which they were sown are the ones that have trampled

And then left them alone to pick up jagged pieces with soft hands

I saw the best minds of my generation

Dreaming

Far-reaching

Building

On fantasies we believed were always attainable if we just worked

And then dragged back down into the abyss of reality we knew not of

I believe I will see the best minds of my generation

Rise

Lift-up

Fight

Against the pre-inflicted oppression of pockets and races

And feed dead sentiment fistfuls of its own ashes