born of gentle birth in the suburbs nothing hurts you were surely destined to find your place among the greats but all your easy days made you chronically plagued by indecision your bright potential dimmed into a glow you drift through life just finding ways to cope the one thing youre sure of you are cured of when your home o you spoiled dove what happened to the dreams youd spoken of what happened to your peace corps plans or that goofy start up the dozen patents in your tattered notebook birthdays pass and still you re lacking all the things you thought would just show up but while you still have your health flew off to find yourself in southeast asia a calm quarter life crisis phase a philosophic mess of all youve known you couldnt wait to be back on your couch alone hey petunia youre home