Our generation is not imagination
There isn't much to see
The sea? We fed it to the ditches
Yet we wonder why there aren't anymore fishes
What a catastrophe
We're lost in apathy
Instead of meditation
We turn to masturbation
Our generation is not imagination
To see our kids destroyed
Stuck in our endless void
There should be fields of green
Instead the green of money is all that's seen
When time was slow everyone, we'd know
But now the only thing we know are the race against the clock
Our generation is not imagination
The sky used to be blue
Now it is only a color I once knew
Let's see how much smoke we can stack
To fill this crack
The fats and oils we'll feed
To this small seed
The chemicals and coloration we will add
So people won't be sad
No green can be seen
We have successfully seduced
Your sight on produce
Our generation believes in procrastination
To not fix the system
And steer it in a better destination
Our generation is not imagination
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Fight Your Demons
PoetryPoetry from an angry boy, too scared to be a man A paper heart and an incarcerated mind Caged words and a broken tongue The words spilt in the night This is the absence of light, the expired fight All the demons come to take him away In hopes he w...
