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Generation Empty
To fit in is to fit out of the growing past.
Like and old sweater it suffocates our time.
We adapt to adapt until the great revolution
Where time meets and finally fits in.
We fought through adolescence and begged
Our way through eternal adulthood
Until all there's left is so-called wisdom
Which breaks the elderly with its knowledge.
We've become numb, barren to the world.
Childless with our children and forgetful to our fathers.
We walk with eyeless sight down alleyways
Trying to find the symbolism in concrete.
We're generation ready to serve apathy.
Ready to know nothing only to know everything.
Searching for a golden handout under rugs
Only to find the dirt swept beneath its canopy.
We thought we fought all our battles
But the beginning has only showed it fierce ego.
Time has met itself in the mirror in disgust.
It has become vane and just wants to fit in.
