As the young eat tomorrow

The young man needed to follow to battle notion
as he observed he would learn to live on some red ocean
Fluid sense of existence building creativity

Deadlines and guilt killing it competitively

He didn´t see himself as the creator, but of normality
The experiential teen still chained to conformity
yet shocked and brazed by infatuation´s weird ingredients
The odd obligation rising up tyrannical and inconvenient

Fathoming senseless the youth in him perplexed
errors fall like night starless and moonless
often darkening the path he needed to see about
Father plays with his own cause to model out

Son looks from his distance into the extent
Unable to comprehend worklife content
Distracted from each arena of tricky competition
Pitching unequal opponents like rigged elections

And god screams down to him from up on high
you haven´t found your cause yet? and sighs
The shrill voice a strong wind confounding him further
The mess all sugared with drugs, hormones and nerves

why can´t we just buy an identity from a vending machine
some badge to pin between our infant and elderly diapers
Some fixed outcome to dull our anxieties so crude and hyper
All the change is forced on us like a disgusting banquet