All the kids in Michigan*
Through themes in recurring conversations
I found myself in the towns east of lake Michigan.
Fueled by an unnamed desperation
I set in a quest for a shared narration,
And I thought back to moments i had listened for.
Like how the northern lands untouched were of the beauties not yet lost,
But how the urban landscapes remained unlivable.
Or how the buildings of Detroit were home to the broken dreams of men,
And in the shell of industry, emasculation.
I thought to a sad, yet common story:
A man who found narcotic glory,
With nothing left to lose save wife and family.
And i thought "if all the kids in Michigan are miserable or nihilistic,
Or caught in the traps of the games they're playing,
What does it say for a shared narration?
