Arts
Subway wrappers Club crackers Future doctors and lawyers and Lifetime slackers Who are we all Faces and places in time People in the presence Of themselves and so many others Headphones Laptops Screens Everything to bring us together Yet drive us worlds apart The bittersweet taste of success A high GPA but who to impress A job A bank account All of these material possessions We use each other's Weaknesses as weapons And for what To have the Gravestone that says I WAS SUCCESSFUL All they left was An emotionless lust For possessions that They couldn’t take with them To their casket