Getting old in the year 2000
feeling the noose of age
looking inside at what 
	I am
feeling like a cheated child
	Still
Teenage sentiment clinging
  of thrown away youth
    wasted innocence
of a world used up
  of no hope for what the fairytales of
   yesterday, say is our American Dream

Getting old in the year 2000
Should I feel different?
Shouldn’t it have become clear by now
that those teenage sentiments
were only adolescent confusion?
	Why do they remain with me?
Perhaps...
		could it be?
	That they were TRUE???

Getting old in the year 2000
  Will it all end?
  Will the world come to a halt?
Civilization crash into Anarchy?
A part of me wishes it so
	Because that would mean Renewal
Because that would mean a chance,
  a future, a new frontier!

An American Dream WE could call our own.
		~generation X
2/23/99