u/Fair-Investigator211

Where'd you go, young prophet?

You used to be so curious

in the ways of the world.

Now you wonder nothing,

except how to get high

and what it's all for.

Where'd you go, young writer,

singer, lover,

friend?

You used to chase shooting stars

and fall out of trees

dancing to the drumbeats of rivers and

playing notes the birds taught you.

Now you listen to old songs

and kick rocks and pretend you're some kind of Kerouac.

But that denim jacket ain't foolin' nobody.

You're lost,

aren't you?