The problem of our generation
is 'now'.
Everyone desires results.
And, if results cannot be found
at an arm's length,
there is no reason to continue.
But consider the mind,
that spinning vortex of
chaos that children, confused
in choking anxiety find
themselves drowning.
What hope lies in the
clutches of 'now'?
When now is later?
When medicine takes time?
What horror shall creep
through pulsing neurons?
Healing has always taken time.
That is why we are all
broken, hands grasping
thin air, clutching fleeting
promises only to toss them aside
for the sake of now.
How can you heal
an entire generation
that has forgotten
how to wait?