Poem: Generation X

June Cleavers and Clark Gables don't fit the bill
Neither do the superwomen or emasculated figures
Fit us
This era, or an aging generation named X
Goes still unknown
Finding no true image, no role, no place
For solid identity
We fit wherever society tells us
Like clothes that don't fit
We bust the seams and feel...
Uncomfortable
Maybe the most impassioned generation yet to come
But also the most directionless as well
What is our purpose?
Where are we really going with all of this?
We're not content with complacency
And all we know how to do
Is look for more
We can do anything for intelligence is limitless
But what is the point of having all the tools
Without any direction?
An upside down kingdom still seems to be the only solution
To an emotionally, mentally, and spiritually nomadic people
Never tied down, but often aimless, or at best just getting bye
We search looking for pleasure in the quickest sense
To forget the pang
The need for You...