Act 1:

And one day, one day,
Not today, not tomorrow but soon.

You'll be naked, scared and confused.
Bright lights, brilliant future.

The world is your playground
to ingest and to smell,
to touch and be touched by,
to see and to savor.

Tiny bruised knees are rolling about,
In the mud, in the earth
Crushing all doubt.

Be outside; stay outside,
with the snails, and the wind,
and the frogs and the clouds.
Be outside; stay outside,
with no walls and no clocks,
where the screens are the streams
and where rays are bright orange,
they don't flicker with white.

Act 2:

And one day, one day,
Not today, not tomorrow but soon.

You'll be angry and hungry,
And lying and lied to
And testing and pulling and pushing.

Fighting and running, your body is able
Your skin radiates and screams *life*,
Justice and morals and ethics and Truth.
Driving and driven, solid and strong,
Sharp and so sure
Its your best; its your peak; its your prime.

Breathe easy stay busy
My brother, my friend.

Act 3:

(career)
And one day, one day,
not today, not tomorrow but soon.

You'll be set on a route
to some wealth and some loot.
Your life is a rock.

You're stable, secure,
with a legion of gadgets and goods,
devices and items
some substance,
not really, not much.
But hey, why not
you *should* get that watch.

(parenthood)

You're a wizard, a sage
and maybe a god.
Something from nothing.
Your best form of art.
You're finest your matchless creation,
Your apex, your best.

You'll be different, so different
than the ones from before.
Make it right make it true
you'll be different
you know it you're sure.

Act 4:

And one day, one day,
not today, not tomorrow but soon.
You'll discover that time is so precious and dear
And so treasured and cherished.

You were wrong, so damn wrong.
You *had* silly reasons, dreamed-up limits, imagined constraints
and others, *others* at fault.
Pretty stories you know
are a scam and a sham.
You could have you should have
but didn't and now it's too late.
You know it I know it
too late is too late.

Time to avoid, medicate and ignore,
Forget and indulge
With vices and lust of young flesh,
With money and power,
Status and envy and sloth.

You're no different, exactly the same.
Different times, different faces and places.
Exactly the same.
You're a clone, You've been Xeroxed ,
You're a twin of some sort.

Defeated and beaten,
conquered and crushed.
Overpowered, overwhelmed,
overthrown. Vanquished and ruined.
Humbly licked.
Numbing inertia and dullness
Your one saving trick.

Act 5:

And one day, one day,
not today. not tomorrow. but soon.

You'll be naked, scared and confused.
Unable to stand, unable to talk,
unable to think, unable
unable and broken and used up and done for.
Shamefully stored and shamelessly hidden
from sight.
Ignored, forgotten, alone.
Ceaselessly chewed from within
chronically rotting, decaying and wasting away.

You say you are brave, but you're not.
You smile you are ready, serene and accepting.
But you lie and you lie, for others you say,
but mostly, yourself
is the one that you veil

Pain, terror, and regret.
Enormous, tremendous--
a whale of regret.

Your last and final regret.
Ultimate regret.
And one day, one day,
not today. not tomorrow.

Act 6:

And one day, one day,
not today. not tomorrow. but soon.

When the last tree is briskly burned down,
and the oceans are red gray and boiling with blight
and the air is so thick with ignorance, lies, and dusts of some sort.

And water is scarce, and logic is rare,
and good people are few and far in between,
and all truth and morals are tainted with trade.

And all that is holy and private and pure
is whored on the street at daylight for pay.

And nonsense and greed and sweet bitter apathy, all rule and command,
consuming it all, everything, everywhere, madly grabbing and binging wholesale.

And this time, it's nature
who's naked and scared

It is then, only then, that the cycle will break
And the loop will come loose.

Until then, dear brother, my closest of friends,
it's your turn; here's your shot. I pray you'll prevail.