Kimya Dawson

Life Is Like A Street

We walk along these unlit streets

Planting street lamps so that the people after us can hop from light to light without fear

Those just born jump eagerly from light pool to light pool

Forming new ideas and opinions that help us illuminate the way

Most elders stay behind the group though,

Complaining that the lights they once planted were brighter

That they deserve credit for all street lamps,

New and old,

And that they should decide which lamps get ripped from the ground and replaced

We say

'Indeed, you planted those lamps down the street, and we admit that's quite a feat, but these ones here, these, we did this.'

So now some elders stay a ways back,

Calling the new ideas "stupid" and "disgrace"

And calling those moving forwards

"Ungrateful"

Like they weren't the ones who sparked these new ideas themselves with the very first lights

So we thank the elders trying their best to keep up,

Helping us brighten the way to the future.

And to those still standing by lights so old their glow is dim and dusty, well you've already been forgotten.