we are born into this. into life. into the greatness of being. biology leads everything around us. looking into eyes. pheromones. whatever. the simple subject is breeding.

maybe it's all wrong. maybe we are all wrong. whiskey tango's filling trailers with welfare babies to the hilt. and spreading that love into the next door double wide.

and then it springs into the idea of kings. and privilege. just because one is born into this doesn't mean we are made for this. everyone wants to move up and up and up. it's a minority of dropping down and out. into under-investment. no worries but food. shelter. environment. suicide appears to be a first world problem. that's middle class rambling there. what happens when you can't feed your kids? your family? yourself? decisions made by classes far beyond. the ruling class is the booming caste. owning up to militarized might and prowess of being. what makes a leader? a simple childhood decision. is it born into you? is it instinct? tomorrow appears to be today in so many eyes. decisions by a ruling hand thrown out with the bathwater.

and the future is blown on hands, too cold for the weather standing around a fire with friends and family. telling stories of back in the day. salad days. when might was right and we were number one. we've always been. we always will be. the greatest generation is the one you are part of. don't forget to tell your children. tomorrow is theirs. we just have to accept it.