Reflections on being young
Reflections on being young You felt the draw of chasing after, The call of proving yourself, Insecure voices hasten you to run, To find a practice, a position, a piece of the world, To call yourself educated, upper middle, Rational, respected, and responsible Not undeserving of your own position. You fell into chasing after, Like a part on the factory line. Society is an unwavering march, A tidal flood of billions, Going the same direction, Each losing their own way. When you began the chase, you still had feelings, The unease that surrounded victories, The body's revolt, the wayward tug, Silenced and stifled to chase after progress, Rooted out, until what matters is reasoned, not felt. The chase leads you into the climb, The climb leads you into wealth, The wealth leads you into belief You're on the right track, You've not lost your way, You're living the best possible life you can. Eventually the chase swallows you For the chase you've given up a lot But until th...