• One day, you will all realize where you are
    And where you have come from
    And where you are going
    There is only people, and only here
    There is only what you have and what you are striving towards
    There is only the memory of times you’ll never retrieve
    There is only the sailing of rafts across oceans of dreams

    Only the eager voices of children you once were
    Only the despair of the adults you’ve become

    There is only here, and now, and what you’ve created

    One day, you will realize who you have shot down
    And who you’ve held high
    And who you’ve missed in your travels

    One day, you will realize that the people that tear themselves to pieces
    For themselves, for each other
    The people who are striving towards the Better they are sure to find

    Who are fighting humanity for the ever-escaping IT
    Who are chasing the dreams of the places they know they’ll have been

    These people, they’re chasing what is, and what you are not

    One day, you will realize, what you have trampled upon
    And what you will never be.

    "But yet, but yet, woe, woe unto those who think that the Beat Generation means crime, delinquency, immorality, amorality ... woe unto those who attack it on the grounds that they simply don’t understand history and the yearning of human souls ... woe in fact unto those who make evil movies about the Beat Generation where innocent housewives are raped by beatniks! ... woe unto those who spit on the Beat Generation, the wind’ll blow it back." -- Jack Kerouac