GENERATIONS Copyright (C) 1997 by Not Nice Music II. A COLLECTION OF OBSCURITY by Edwin M. Drogin 61. The Mists In Silver clouds our fortunes fly, The tears of fortune flying by. The rolling mists obscure our view. In morning we may find the dew Of wealth and wisdom on each leaf. The tears of joy and not of grief. All shoot arrows of indifference at the clouds we own. The things we do, the dreams we have, the roads that we were shown. How can they hope to penetrate what nourishes our minds and souls? Why should they laugh and criticize when they cannot understand our goals?... Why live? Why die? Ambition's dead and dreams are ground to dust. Why live? Why die? And who has said we must? The things we do, the dreams we have, the roads that we were shown. Who ever will walk these roads again? Over them all, the weeds have grown. The weeds of indifference.