They said it was up to us
Up to me
Like there was some part we were to play
Whilst antagonized into protagonists
We would be the ones to save it all
Yet we are the ones to blame
For somehow ruining it in the first place
As if by some original sin
We were born broken
We worked hard to fill the cracks with hope
Yet we are still lazy it seems
Fingers incapacitated from picking up the pieces
We are always wrong
But pardon me for complaining
Whipped for our arrogance
Pardon me for explaining
Despite this, we learned
Promised jobs and warm smiles
Minds dreaming for evolution
Left dusty behind counters
Proud of the jobs we can land
Yet crying ourselves to sleep
These “precious snowflakes” prepared for cold
Yet were thrown to the heat
The stubborn will croak
And leave us with their mess
From behind all our counters
We begin to do as we do best
We think of what we’ve learned
What we need to do to move on
Yet each measure is stillborn
Naiveté gone
History
Math
Science
Art
It all points to the dismal truth
Which only we seem to see
Too smart to be stubborn
Too compressed to be diluted
The fission on words
Mirrors the fusion of thoughts
The future can’t change
And the past was never really golden
We can’t fix what was never right
So here we see the burden
We were born into long ago
There wasn’t a thing worth fixing
The burden is to know
-Galwyn