Generations

Eager, hungry eyes At any moment Ready to push another down All for the promise of a couple inches of ground Closer to the door Closed behind another door Already locked Packed tight into a room Already sealed off from the rest of the world Grouped together in small packs All vaulting together Like a group of intricate locks Visions of success With eccentric keys to open the doors Always searching for the next score A youthfully ardent thirst for more Always searching for the next score Going insane as I sit by the shore Seeming to always look down upon the poor Realizing that we are all equally the same Gradually docking my hefty boat at bay Wasting away until I decay Sometimes I wish I could just float away