Millennial Man
We’re searching for an identity,
to feel some worth or purpose see,
in the past be defined by class,
but now expected to transcend that.
We’re told the worlds there for the taking,
with enough hard work get success not failing,
why live in mediocrity,
in this fair & equal meritocracy.
But it just isn’t true,
now we see through,
success and fame for a stupid few,
when we so easily see what our lives could be,
how can we be content and happy.
It’s not just hard work to get to the top,
where capitalist preachers shout just get a job,
just start a business or work really hard,
like our work now’s worthless ‘cos we’re not chairmen of the board.
While the rich get richer where’s our aspiration?
For every Branson there’s thousands failing,
for every footballer millions watch praying for a chance to live that life so amazing.
Millennial man sees what he could have been,
on every website, T.V and magazine,
look at these guys so rich and famous,
if we’d worked harder we could be in their places.
But shit we tried got no reward,
rejected, turned away, not good enough, ignored.
Now we’ve got bills some have families to feed,
our dreams turned to an unsatisfactory reality,
trapped in a factory or behind a screen now a two pound raise becomes our dream,
so it’s no surprise that we o.d, or jump or cut,
can’t hack being stuck in an uncomfortable rut.
So why the hard work what’s it done for me,
why trust your capitalism and your meritocracy,
we’ve all tried our best to better ourselves,
but as men without purpose we’re left on the shelf.
Don’t want fake praise for this menial job,
and we know if we left they would find another cog.
No value, no skills and no ideas,
but still we don’t feel like men if we express these fears.
Still stiff upper lip head down and carry on,
rely only on ourselves to right life’s wrongs,
mens minds go mad with thoughts & dreams,
of success like the people on the web and T.V.
On a quest to improve our reality,
but we can’t escape past tragedies.
At our missed chances and our wrong choices,
as age increases so the volume of the voices,
until we’re deaf but then feel voiceless,
until life’s joyless,
until it all starts to seem quite pointless.
Until it dawns on us that we tried and failed,
when our dreams and hope goes, we bail.
We escape through drugs, through physical pain,
but it’s temporary can’t escape our brain saying shame shame shame,
what a shame we chose this, why those choices?
Millennial man a few float, but the rest get flushed down the toilet.
Can’t be happy with less than it all so if you haven’t got that can’t stand up tall.
Millennial man not material dreams or basic needs,
but dreams of fulfilling our identity,
when there’s so much more we can do and see,
but it all falls just beyond our reach.
Millennial man walks worthlessly
do we blame ourselves or society
or is it just luck or destiny
did we all have the chance but not all could be
were we fearful, scared and cowardly
did we care too much or show apathy?
Is it on me? The millennial man,
think it’s all my fault not stuck to the plan
see it’s not that we’re broke but we feel so poor
can’t explain these feelings we’re having any more
so we get angry but we have no vent
still bills still life still taxes, rent
and the pressure builds and there’s no relent
still have thoughts and dreams,
but now they’re in the past tense,
so we talk of what we could have been
the times we nearly did, but could never quite be,
remember times we could’ve but unfortunately we missed it
now just regrets of one life slowly going in an instant,
can’t accept it,
millennial man tried hard but failed to achieve what we thought we should’ve so we end it.
Q.C
