Disillusioned Children of the 90's

It's a sunny day in Santa Cruz
the place where all the yuppies dwell, where
businessmen surf October swells.
They say before the earthquake it was local all the way
and in the photos I've seen the tie-dye shirts, and
natural bridges reaching far into the bay.

They say in the 60s there was free love
and people movin’ to the land
and they were losing battles to win the wars
and droppin’ acid for the social justice stand.

folks thought things were movin’ forward
you could see their irises burnin’ up with hope
like a fever it consumed their lives and dreams
delicate like the tendrils of that kronic smoke.

Seems like everything used to be realer
like people knew what was under their own skin
and I know the grass is always greener from a distance
But I've got a longing for a time I wasn't born in
and nostalgia for the way things coulda been.

a bum at the library asked me for some daytime
but I was just tryin to get to work on time
a man like that will never see the day again, I thought
like I had some sort of right to judge his mind.

but the thing is that I see only one way forward
and even that path goes only down
they tried for a miracle back in the pshychadelic days
when that failed it drove us deeper in the ground

Everywhere I'm seeing violation
and let me say it's got me feeling low
the loss of entire generations
raised on complacency and distraction
happy to lay down and take all those lies and GMOs.

Seems like everything used to be realer
like people knew what was under their own skin
and I know the grass is always greener from a distance
But I've got a longing for a time I wasn't born in
and nostalgia for the way things coulda been.

And if you're a fellow misfit then you'll know just what I mean
when I say it would take the transformation of every single being
to wake reality from this shuddering dream.