marionettes
what means youth to you? that we are bright bright burning our lips red and chapped our eyes lifeless our teeth white our cheeks rosy from the wind in our faces? do you know how often we are told the future is ours— no, worse, that we are the future? i don’t mean to refuse some birthright but in a world in want of individuality must i be defined by a collective only? what means youth to you? is it the sound of the time ticking down down down the world in need the world on fire the world through all of it watching us? isn’t it?