Wake Up

I’m trying to wake up

from my American nightmare

I’m failing

at life

at love

at being what I’m expected to be

I don’t know how or why

this became me

Since I was young

I was told to be happy

Enjoy my youth

Be a kid

Rebellion from the status quo

somehow became my religion

Walking the bridge between young and old

I’m starting to hear the cracks under foot

Starting to feel the boards weaken

I sometimes dread the future that

I can’t seem to live up to

I'm not sure if I want to

I have no kids

No career

And all I still want are toys,

someone to love me

someone to help me

like my parents did long ago

Looking at another angle (as I often do)

I wonder who failed more

or even if it matters

I am still young

There’s still more I can do

More I can be

I met my parents too late in their lives

Too early in mine

Now they’re preparing to die

And I need to stop myself from following

rebel from my apathy

and start living again

start loving more

Time to wake up