Standing here upon the stage,
I'm tuning my guitar.
Staring down among the crowd,
I wonder who they are.
My power cord is caught again,
I think i'm going down.
The crowd is getting restless now,
I guess, today, I'll drown.
Our gear has been through all the checks,
And now it's time to play.
We will rock the house tonight,
This will be our day...
I missed a rift in our first song;
The drummer crashed the ride.
The mic stand broke and tipped and fell
And stabbed the bassist in her side.
Everything is going wrong-
This just should not be.
Instead of cheering us three on,
They're chanting angrily.
I guess the end is coming near,
We'll just give up the fight.
The booing crowd says that we suck.
I guess they're probably right.
-HTC
I found this recently, and I remember that I didn't think it was finished. As I read it now, I think that it is finished. Not only that, but it deals with some deep issues that these recent generations taken upon themselves to cultivate most prosperously.