Faint

The faint whispers of pasts collide
The yelling of the future comes fast
The pushing of the present is almost at our backs
The lost generation caught in between the lines
That nobody has quite written yet
Not too sure where to begin,
The path of destruction laid out before us,
Only continues the one we’ve laid out on
Our way
Bringing back archaic fears only to squash them
In the faces of our enemies
We’ve gone away, he lost generation
The shadows on the lowest pits of the higher generations
The ripple between reality and dream
Never mixing one with the other,
Keeping them both dangerously potent
Our job to be the guardians to answers
Of questions not allowed to be asked
Sacrificial lambs to a god we can’t see,
To a world we aren’t allowed to be a part of
We’re alive, but leave no trace,
What exactly are we?
Another generation lost in time,
Bowing down to those before us,
Taking orders from somebody above,
When we don’t really believe,
We are the generation you refuse to believe in,
We are your future.
~Kaitlin Platti~