My Generation (Days Of Change)

How I see my generation as it grows and learns.

My Generation (Days Of Change)

Teens have changed

In a way that makes everyone who once was

The same

Why must I say this?

Just look around at your peers

Sleeping tired, or actually awake are they?

No sleep, stay on facebook ‘til 2 a.m.

What are their plans?

Saying “I…must …have…social…life…can’t live…without…him…”

What a mean breed are we

To create violence,

To wish everyday to be a modern fairy-tale,

To be full of jealousy and hatred,

Eyes focused on a screen

As we watch our celebrity TV candy,

While procrastinating homework.

Stereotyping everything and everyone

‘Til the world sees groups without individuals

Everyone wants to be popular

Talking about clubbing and long weekends

And killing our brain cells

Laughing, joking ‘til the climax

‘Til we’re alone and don’t know how

To survive life’s great turbulence

What do we do?

Raise a new generation to be like us

Is this how it is going to be?

Really?

Do we care?

The world is dying

Yet we spend every waking minute

Stuck in a childhood state

Sure it helps us relax, think of imagination

We need to get our head in gear

Stop letting language

And entertainment of all kinds control us

Inspire, learn from and create maybe

Why is it all about us?

We are so mean

Everything is falling apart

Some of us have already gotten a clue

But as a whole we are all blind to earth, not the world, but EARTH!

Sighing the day through as though life is boring

The world needs balance

We always say “when am I going to use this?”

Life is no longer simple

We are needed to be the next educators

And leaders

We will figure it out someday

We have good qualities

We see things differently- good

Maybe I am just hallucinating

Maybe we all are

Am I making a big fuss?

Is all this nonsense?

My brain hurts

My mind fills with questions

Is this how it is to be a teenager?

Are we eager to change everything around us,

Trying to make it better?

In so doing we make everything complex

As the generations get more creative

We will create more jobs with our imagination

Rather than our knowledge

No one really knows what will happen after we all die

Will our posterity learn from us?

What will happen to us?

But in the end we all see the same fate

We don’t know the future

We overrate and exaggerate everything

Is that what I’m doing?

Maybe we have reached the days of change

In the end we will all die

So live, laugh, love, but also learn

In the end that is what we figure out

Our ancestors probably can relate themselves to us

Even the generation before us

Our world is increasing

We are overpowering

We are the next generation

Of the next Days of Change

There I think I've solved it

3 hours of sleep deprivation later

This is what teenagers are

The next generation of creativity

The next days of change

We are the world’s next big soap opera-

There is enough sex and language,

And enough revenge, money and drama

To go around anyways

 

 

Reviews

[A. Amos]

This one was highly needed to lift falling spirit, the one I always thought stood tall...words of your is pure form of magic and help millions to wakeup their dying souls...you always surprise me with your wisdom and wit, such an honest write I was lost and feeling your concern about youth and the way people are becoming these days. One of your finest work my friend. Epic!

[Savannah Bly]

Thank you so much! I am glad you enjoyed the read.

[A. Amos]

I always admire your writing and you're always welcome