Generation Rant
/We are the generation of the unseen realm of emotion, unseen but felt
Lured by liquor and love we laugh but hesitate to communicate. And if we did talk it would be the split second of a waking moment
We judge without knowledge and we curse without thought, as if it was meant to be this way
But until the sun is down and we lock our selves in our rooms, that's when we are truly afraid. Trapped by our own thoughts now only because daylight and human interaction was our distraction. Lack of satisfaction because material products would give a temporary reaction
When we shut our doors at night are we sleeping or are we thinking?
A broken record player on repeat to encourage defeat by using the guilt of past tense we keep. Your body is tired but your mind can't sleep
We have so much to say about what we posses, but never a lot to say about who we are. Strangers to our selves but we claim to know everyone’s mistakes and flaws
So many questions. We all have the answer but choose to ignore. When we do listen its selective. The human mind being tuned into the frequency most desired
The mind has a mind of it's own..
Despite suffering from our emotions our mind continues down the path of pain. Most likely in the direction of something that has the capability to hurt us
Love is a pattern of pain and hates a crime. A combination of what we've experienced intertwined. We are the generation of insanity, insanity at its finest, insanity in its prime. Take it as a compliment for we are the last number on the scale of time.
By Anonymous
From: New Zealand