mourning youth

                      Mourning Youth

Its that time of year 

The gowns, The speeches, The valedictorian

The Goodbyes

to the superficial outline of life that cushions you from your youth to the facade of adulthood.

What happens to the girls you see everyday in the hallway the girls with the synchronize walking?

"Shoulders back, chin up"

Is the everyday motto they drill into their heads.

What happens to the boys who are hypnotized to the field

whose lives revolve around the neon numbers of the     school score board?

What happens to the kids whose eyes are seduced by the words on a page? The film geeks(me)? The outsiders?

 What happens? 

                          What Happens.

25 years later. Heather the head of the clique with no one to up show. all feelings drained. Her whole body numb and exhausted from trying to get the love (or something close)of her husband. No one to impress but the mail man every morning after her third downing of Prozac.

What happens!

Today. This is what I fear the nothingness of life after that superficial outline of life that cushions ME from my youth to the fasad of adulthood.

Maybe I'm overacting but the static of the world, my life is eating me up.
I'm I living or just existing? 

So answer me this..

What Happens?  

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