Escalates up

Travelling on the back of a pickup with you Standing up, wind blowing through our shirts, Hairs over our faces; can barely see the smile Guitar playing in our inner ears The city looms with chaos There’s chaos in our hearts It escalates up  

Failure

What do you want to be when you grow up? “I wanna be a fighter jet pilot” “I want to be an astronaut” “I want to to be a doctor!” “I want to be a lawyer” “I want to be a computer whiz” “I want to be a teacher” “I want to be an accountant”