So many paths, so many choices,
amid the din of elder voices.
In rebellion youth reqoices,
it's just redundant social noises.
A maddening ride that never ends,
the carousel of history spins.
The ticket birth your ride begins,
each generation starts again.
Past mistakes repeat once more,
we took the lessons as just lore.
Journeying to distant shores,
repeating all that came before.
William VanDorin � 2001
