Young men, fresh out of ideas

So the old stench of the rule books, well trodden roads and comfort zones
"supposed to" monotony shipping in from "has been" horizons
"What do we dream" I hear them desperately think
and I have the very medicine yet they haven´t learned to drink

And the way benchwarmer´s eyes square them up measuring them at wrong angles
judging lack of diligence and how they´re excessively dangerous

Led by the busy obligatory safety consult pop wise-check
collective opinion reliever
The pressure and weight on their fresh ideas
Not ready to be givers nor receivers

They guess who they are and what it´s all about before curiosity dries
But the answers come with a pile of hand me down lies
NO HELP from the Jung brand 3rd to 4th phase indoctrinated convention praisers
close to their predictable midlife disturbances and well into child raising

No the generation gap is just too far for the limited resources
of those unquestioning pre retirement work horses
So the bridge is never finished and half of the wisdom
falls into the drink, another fail on a real life quiz done