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....