Someone once told me that they were so envious
of the world I have been raised in,
the inventions that we now gain from,
and the new way of life and freedom.
This thought pesters me continuously
on either side of midnight,
as I fail to fall asleep
without the full puzzle complete.
I ponder the previous generation
that I so crave to have been raised in,
with higher standards of respect,
and freedom seemed to be safer
when you walked the streets alone,
you even kept your doors unlocked
even when no one was home.
Is the world ashamed of the traditions
we have broken along the way?
Money becoming the only priority,
love becoming a hobby
that we pick up in February
and throw away in June.
We have become a lost generation
drowning in hate and fear,
with anger telling us
that we have been raised in a world
so unfair at our feet.
Someone once told me
that they craved to have been raised
in our modern world,
but I wish I could have known
what my life would have been like
before kindness got lost
in the destiny of selfishness and greed.
