One in a Million

We are a generation
Caught in furious storms of change
Plowing through a time
When every complexity of the common man
Is stamped on a piece of paper
Pallid leaves rustling, swirled about in fitful breezes
Hands reaching high, clutching at the sheaves
While the jobs hover above us
And we must climb to reach ascent
To scale the heights, we must be equipped
The degrees our ropes and our picks
There is the cry to ascend
Lest our society remain at the foot of the mountain
And the rest of the world would pass it by
Onward and upward, we must persevere!
No longer the days of farming, or of long hours at the cafe
We must press on to heights
Unbeknownst to those who came before
Never content to remain entrenched
On the plateau below
We have the drive, the determination
Needing only the tangible fuel
The support of our leaders who paved the way
With this, our vigor is unmatched
Scaling the mountain
We are one in a million