My generation has all the information. We know all the stats down the line and the eight digit numbers that define our lives. We’ve got all the smarts, looking through the books knowing everythang there is to see. We’ve seen all the words all the worlds that are out there looking down at us from the long siesta knowing what goes on inside our heads. It’s only information all the sentences and speeches. Human resources.

Still, my generation knows all the ways. Up and down back and fourth through the tunnel and the wood. We know all the paths and the places we can go, straight or wide, round or narrow. Anywhere it goes we know because we know the map, we’re handed it at birth. And we know the steps to take through the streets and through the hallways. Know the steps, know the path, know the way our feet will walk. One two one two, one and the other, one and the other.

Yeah, I guess my generation knows all the talk. Everyone is unique everyone is unique. Make your job play make your job play. And if you can’t then we’ll put you back in the transmorgifier you’ll go back a few grades and when you’re ready again you can be as unique as the rest of us. The rest of us. One of us. Everyone is unique you know.

The phone rings and my generation picks it up. Hello is Mr.Smithe there, is he the head of the household. Household ? Buying eggs and milk and every day up the same driveway. Same driveway. Same driveway. Say the same words. Same words. Same words. Hello timmy. Hello timmy. Hello timmy. Hello death.

My generation has the what if inclination. If I hadn’t listened and I hadn’t heard, what then. What then ? I couldn’t tell you. I wouldn’t know.

My generation has the heavy eyes. Naps in the afternoon naps in the afternoon and I had a dream about something. But I can’t remember what it was now. Lots of colors and a pink beret and someone singing to a beat that I couldn’t hear. Esperanza no name, esperanza no name. Something about a music box and an amethyst castle. But it was just a dream. Back to work now. Back to work now.

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