Post-Modern Wet Dream

My head keeps spinning
While the world stands still
I still remember sophomore conversations
About you
I hear the latest weekly gossip,
“He’s going to end up living on the streets.”
And I think, Good for him.
Because in the back of old cars is
Where the greatest visions begin.
From then I fell in love with your ambition.
I’d yet to find any to match mine.
Too many talents willing to settle for less.
Security chosen over success.
But you’ll never be a martyr for the liberal arts.
You’ll be it’s master.
You’ll take control of the industry’s
Glam synthetic machine and tear it apart.
I wish I could be a part of that dream.
Our combined strength would propel us
Toward eternity.