Postmodern Youth
If it makes them feel
Than they know it is real,
Experience is what leads their will
Experience drives affections unstill;
They are empty from our material gain
Nine to five cubicles driven them insane,
They think they are something new
But really they are the same old tune;
The Enlightenment has been reversed
And it brought about a subtle curse,
They need a rush
Reason is flushed
Reason is flushed.
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