"Ballad for the Lost Ones Who Chose to Go Astray"
By Cassandra Freiborg
These day I do not weep for long,
as I am tossed into the throng.
Welcome to the apathetic generation,
congrats god, you've some creation.
So although I knew you all to well,
the day you left; it was no hell.
I did not cry and sing sad songs,
no, I did not mourn your memory long.
These days they seem to sapp so quick,
and these attatchments do not seem to stick.
So all the ones I thought I knew,
seem to reshape themselves a new.
Days they seem to pass and I wonder how,
I somehow ended up in ther "here and now."
This dizzyness it makes me sick,
and I cannot seem to get a grip.
Reality it slips away,
with each passing routine day.
To be or not to be is the question,
and I dont think we'll ever learn our lesson.