Ballad of the teen boomer

If only I'd been born in a bygone century,

To cherish life’s gifts with true dignity.

If my greatest woes were sweets or books,

Instead of sleepless nights and lack of looks.

I wish I had the fire to strive and grow,

A dream to chase, a path to know.

I wish school taught me who I am,

Not just weighed me down with a futile sham.

If I could alter this weary state,

I’d seize the chance, defy my fate.

Yet revolution remains the crowd's holler,

But everyone's a wannabe white collar.

I wish I wasn't so naive and eager to oppose,

At the end of the day, we'll all stand in rows.

Perhaps joy lies in the spin of a treadwheel,

Or surrendering, yelling: "Jesus, take the wheel!"

Szilágyi Ákos   XI. R