Subway wrappers
Club crackers
Future doctors and lawyers and
Lifetime slackers
Who are we all
Faces and places in time
People in the presence
Of themselves and so many others
Headphones
Laptops
Screens
Everything to bring us together
Yet drive us worlds apart
The bittersweet taste of success
A high GPA but who to impress
A job
A bank account
All of these material possessions
We use each other's
Weaknesses as weapons
And for what
To have the Gravestone that says
I WAS SUCCESSFUL
All they left was
An emotionless lust
For possessions that
They couldn’t take with them
To their casket
