False Promise of the Future

Told we could be anything if we tried,

Princesses, actors, astronauts, rich

We fought for profits,

but without soul, we became sick.

Sick of working, sick of striving

Too sick for fighting, too sick of lighting

those fires in our minds, too sick to care anymore.

Let them die, wither to dust,

so we may choke and die as well.

Upon the sick, we built our lies.

Lies of grandeur, lies of stone

One by one, we piled them like Babel

only to find our God had left us.

The sky bled no tears and the stars refused to stay.

Beside our lies, we built a temple to hide our desires in plain view.

We praised our deviance, our gluttony, our vanity, our heartless pleasures.

We devoured depravity to make ourselves empty to be filled

with costs of the future to satiate our present hunger for the gifts of the past.

We will never have the future you promised and stole.

We will never try to press beyond our current mold.

We will never grow nor fall nor soar.

We will never love or hate.

We will never care

Then, no more.