We are the helpless generation.
Plagued by apathy and expectation,
as we grow tired from staring listlessly at hollow relationships.
White and blue, wasting time.
We feel independent
but fall in step with the gray carpel tunnel masses of the rest of us.
We are the empty generation.
Allowing fake syrup to fizz and fill us with binary,
and insulin shots, and broken latex lives.
As for those of us who are brilliant, we are scared to explode
and refill with things that matter.
"Don't try to bottle sunlight, that time has passed."
So grind your teeth and fall to vice.
Avoid light, because it causes glare,
and pass notes by pressing "enter,"
so you can hide from emotion.
Then finally fall a martyr to feeling.
Let's shuffle,
shackled together by a fear filled world.
Let's sing electronic chain-gang songs.
Try your best to create because the future started yesterday,
so run in place to catch up.
Now watch it shake and crumble,
and try to catch the rubble,
so maybe you can sculpt something from the ruins.
Or maybe you can freeze in place
as a computer lab pompeii.
Trapped by your, no our, empty, hollow, helpless, screen generation.
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