It is the first of May, in the year two-thousand and seven, and I am trying to imagine what it would be like going to University in a different generation.

You're sitting there in a huge lecture hall, listening to your professor drone on and on about the stars, thinking about where you'll be going on your date later and what you'll wear, while…at Kent State, innocent kids your age are being senselessly killed…overseas, kids your are being senselessly killed for the cause…at times, a lost cause.

You'll go out later, and before the night is through, you'll be in the back of his car (his baby), listening to the sweet sounds of guitars, smoking and making out (always on the lookout).

The more I think about it, the more I realize that perhaps I was born in the wrong decade. I should be living in the past. Maybe…maybe I am living back then…or maybe things just haven't changed. Maybe it's the same.

You're sitting there in a huge lecture hall, listening to your professor drone on and on about the surface of Neptune, thinking about where you'll be going on your date later and what you'll wear, while…at Virginia Tech, innocent kids your age are being senselessly killed…overseas, kids are being senselessly killed for the cause…at times, a lost cause.

You'll go out later, and before the night is through, you'll be in the back of his car (his baby), listening to perfection in classic rock, smoking and making out (always on the lookout.)

Different names and faces but the same thing. Same joy, same heartache. It's all the same.