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What I really want...

the new generation's fate:

I feel trapped, caged, waiting to get out.

Then what?

Go to college?

Be force-fed information again?

Sit down and have people tell me what I need to know?

Go to another institution, following more rules and regulations so I can do what,

get a stable career the rest of my life?

Everyone's always telling me how important it is

Everyone's doing it

Everyone's going to college.

What I really want to do is run barefoot in an open field and fall asleep under the stars

I want to ride a vintage motorcycle down a country road as fast as I can

to smoke cigars in a bar with a shot of whiskey

to go where I want when I feel like it without anyone holding me down, trying to do whats best for me

to get in a fist fight

to get a tattoo

to dance and sing whenever I feel like

to be as loud and obnoxious as I want

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