Friday's Night

This song is about my generation
Dead in my mind, yet present as
memory in my skin when touching grass
with a perfect timing and geography of gerontion.

These dead plants with a sunless sky
and a hidden God remind me when I
was part of a generation full of promising failures
and never-ending drunken noons of pleasures

and it was at those nights I realised
I was not at all, particle of a whole.
They all boozing, sexing, extenuating
each other and I was there only for trying

but for ever failing to find a role.
Trembled when I had no jar, or whiz
amidst a vale of stranger's hats and tears;
younger ones laying beside me, older ones ignoring.

And until now my generation is only I
and I is the one shall I only respect
when none fulfills my thoughts
and none wants to fight with me without her robes.

This was lost in advance
and we all knew it.
They were dragging us to kill
the sense of loneliness

and that is why people younger than me
finds in a vortex of midnight resolutions,
revisions that revert all my bitter-sweet
revolutions and ways of killing inevitable nakedness need.