The Best Minds of my Generation
I watched the best minds of my generation struggling to discover the truth,
Striving to establish equality,
Learning to respect the universe in which we find ourselves
And dreaming of discovering a better, more meaningful, way to live.
I watched the best minds of my generation applying their whole being
Into filling their lives with wonder,
Celebrating the beauty of existence
And expressing their lust for sensation.
I saw them laugh, rant and argue,
Rabid with passion,
With bulging eyes and wild gesticulations,
Desperate to communicate the ideas in their heads
Before they dissipated into the ether,
Until their tongues were too exhausted to sing,
Their limbs too exhausted to dance,
Their organs too exhausted to love,
And their minds too numb to think.
So that they finally subsided
Into contemplative ecstasy
And slept wherever they found themselves.
I was fortunate to find myself among a group of artistic people who were eager to expand their horizons and were never content to lead a mundane life. They were explorers of inner space, travellers and creators. They were as eager as me to delve into the possibilities and mysteries that surrounded them.
They were not prepared to accept the ordinary and always strived to unearth the extraordinary.
I was very fortunate.