Could someone please critique my poem?
Apprentice
You need a mad life to prepare
the militantly hip.
To deal with chaos tools are rare,
it takes some time to get a grip.
The city is the last frontier
between the heart and humankind,
but you have there all needments near
if out of mind you'd yourself find.
A working student athlete poor
and major in some arcane art -
that life would be the choice of fewer
than I can think - and a good start
if madness fun were to explore -
so you would maybe long years on
return where you had been before
to pique love's faithful since the dawn,
to be a colorful old salt
where love's a smaller younger field -
then love's ubiquity t'exalt
though peers to disillusion yield....