Zack A.T.
From different time zones we breathe,
From different stars, we gaze,
From different plants, filled with seeds.
Both trapped in a cage, enraged, we pass time,
This senseless Society, squeezed with lime.
Generation X, as sour as ever,
With half the Plot, ¼ only clever.
I yearn for winter break,
You hop over states,
As I wait in suspense, your hand, I’ll take.
Oh, we would cherish time, as golden as it seems,
Take on a midnight stroll, pass the midnight poles,
Share a clover once the midnight flows.
If you have to hop on back, leaving feet first,
Then this November, or December, or whatever,
Was the best line in the best verse.
