This doesn't rhyme, even though I wanted it to at first. I think it might have ruined the outcome though...
It has all been done before,
every genre,
every style,
each idea,
worked.
Ideas are old, our generation new.
a new style,
a new genre,
new ideas,
created.
Yet as our ideas contradict the old;
Our generation grows old,
and our ideas old,
but a new genre
is born again.
