We are the earth’s pessimistic depressed inhabitants.
Whose lifestyle is prosaic.
Not that we are bewitched
But…
But means nothing of substance.
We are a generation of despair.
Grappling at life’s fairness.
Hoping we won’t burn when it shows us flames.
For being participants of what we are inept at.
Myopic souls are fazed by dystopia.
Negativity; a gatekeeper to what tomorrow looks like.
Today may be utopia for restricted hours.
Come evening we already dismayed for the next day.
Swayed by societal misconceptions that has us misunderstood.