The Lost Heart Of The Adolescent American, Longing For Spontaneity In A World Of Preparation. I was lost again today But not as I was before; As I went along my way, I had to stop at the doors. I paused for a short moment, And watched the golden leaves fly, But again, like a rodent, I rejoined my company. I had classes to attend, Time to kill and tests to pass, And so I began the end "the land of the free" my ass. My #life has been but nothing Save "prepare for what's to come" So strive I to find something To save me from the humdrum. This school is an asylum Though freedom be nowhere near I'll just have to beguile'em, Until I am freed from here. My master plan is hatching, In constant contemplation The holes, I shall be thatching, Seek no remuneration. I'll be waiting at the docks, My boat can hold a few more, But you mustn't bring your clocks, For time is naught but a chore. The horizon beckons us.