Ours is a millennial generation proselytized to pursue our dreams…
Impelled to imagine the broad gamut abound with possibility…
Inculcated to aim to overachieve…
Destined to be obscenely overwhelmed
And
Electing to be utterly underwhelming…
Potential is the promise we evade to keep.
We seek simple comforts.
Obscurity.
Oblivion.
Obsequity.
We curse the monotone,
Complain about “The Man”
And
In mediocrity, we find sweet sanctuary.