Generations

I listen to so many albums about death that I often have to

Remember that the people in my life are living and well

And I am grateful, but also so terrified

That at any moment I will find out that you have died

And I wouldn't have got to say everything I wanted you to hear

That I wasted my time talking, filling in empty space

Without really feeling at all

That is why I make so many things about the way we feel

And I hold you in my arms so that you may have the strength to do what

You want to do, before your inevitable leave

I love you as a friend and a companion

And as someone who understands that our emotions have a place

In the soil and the trees, in the gentle flowing breeze

Through your hair as it lifts you from colourless perfectionism

To finding someone you never realized was living in you

But then I remember I'm so naive and young

And who am I to say I hold the spiralling truths of the universe in my heart

When most adults can't even figure it out themselves

They've let the world catch fire and now I

Need to live my life in fear

Thinking I can't ever start a family because my children would

Probably have to face the end of the world and that would be the

Cruelest thing I could do to anyone

They would scream at us saying why didn't you stop this

And I would be on my knees, crying "I tried to go to protests

But I was too worried about trigonometry and always being right

The adults of the world stressed us out so much"

And now we're doing the same to you