Are we living, or merely crawling toward an inevitable end without fuss?
Deception and falsehood seem to define us more than truth,
Yet still, we bow to powers we’ve revered since our youth.
We complain about everything, though life was once simple and clear,
In our endless pursuit of meaning, we lose what we hold dear.
We search for purpose, for something that gives life substance,
But oh, how we fail to grasp the quiet strength of persistence.
What once held meaning now slips through our fingers like dust,
Maybe it’s because, in our need to conform, we gave up what we trust.
So, what is life—what can it teach?
When hope fades, and the future seems far out of reach.
Our beliefs crumble, our dreams feel misplaced,
And yet, we continue to chase progress at such a frantic pace.
Civilization thrives, but at what cost to our souls?
In the ashes of living, can we rediscover our roles?
Perhaps I’m the pessimist, surrounded by optimists who shine,
But aren’t those who call themselves realists walking a fine line?
We millennials, we know the weight of our generation’s plight,
Tired of perfection, yet striving to make things right.
Life has taken so much from us, and we’ve taken from it in return,
Yet in the chaos, there are lessons still left to learn.
Together, we can weather the storms, not just for ourselves but for all life,
I pray that we remember—we are stronger in unity, in the face of strife.
