Howl By Allen Ginsberg

Howl, Whose howl is it, What howl? The howl of a soul, Bewildered and at a loss In angst and depression. A generation pathless And bewildered, Lost in search of pleasure Getting misled And finding no ways To be back home, So forgetful of And bewildered. Trying to know What happiness is, But can it be possible? Drugged and dodged Penitent of, Feeling sinful And as well as voluptuous, Misled on the path of life, Going nowhere From where the return journey Is not possible To be back to. The howl, howl, Oh, the howl Of a generation, Generation Lost in material pleasures Physical and material, But not abstract and metaphysical, Going, Going where, Leading to nowhere From where No return journey is possible, The howl, Howl Of a generation Lost in pleasures, Material pleasures Physical and worldly Getting tempted to, Feeling drawn to In attachment!