Our way

Born into technology, the perfect analogy.
The Marilyn and Mona Lisa of today, stranded.
Stranded in a young body birthed to produce
a better future. But why us, well why not you?
Who gave the right to tell freshman's in life
how and for what reason to exist. In such a
situation they expect coexistence and
co-operation so we can dismantle their
cooperations that are destroying our
generation. Their factories screaming
frustration as they pollute our minds with
images of profanity and blasphemy veiled
as a new age. So we are stuck, stuck
inside wet mud, struggling to pull
ourselves out of their words slowing burning
 our desire to acquire greater. We may look
 like newborn's but we are the inspiration of
 old souls. We are the reincarnation of creativity
and aspirations of those who came before us.
So when we look up and we see you standing
with guns in your hands as if to scar the
Unquenchable within. We despair, we despair
in the choices you had to make that mirrored a
greater good, we despair your despair of the
joys never felt and the dreams never pursued.
Dreams that you felt were doomed and now
you preserve others from the pain of a doomed
pursuit. So dear protector, Let this generation go
free. The world needs heroes, so let us be heroes
and villains of our own stories. Our only
duty is to make manifest of what we carry
inside, that is the only way...

Dominic Sage