I set out on this goal: to overtake my boundaries of society- of poverty, of youth, of inexperience- but I find day by sun-circled day that maturity equates to awareness and of that, acceptance. Truth, rather reality; lies underneath a thin life-lie paper sheet. You can find anything if you can look down and around. How does someone like me- 21 and choked by these societal expectations and demands, do anything in this world? I see the lie we live. Go to college, get a degree, be productive. What is productive? The cubicle haunts me with the white walls and the dead drowning hopes. And so, I turn my back. And I am stricken- a cold hand awaits the dissenters. Expertise is needed. Failure is required. And then, perhaps success. Go loudly left instead of the right quiet way. I am an Urchin. We mischievous, we un-united, we independent of the independent. Our minds grow- not with the byte-data force-fed in the goose cages of college institutions, but with an overtaking understanding of the functionality of modern systematic living, and we shall, with our power, hack it. Understand the box, and then turn and rotate and use it. We know each other. Our cigarettes and eyes light up and glow with familiarity. We reject. We reach past. We succeed.