With the smoke of mistrust forming an
overarching cloud,
And the shadows of deceit boasting a
magnificent glow,
We are swiftly becoming a generation
that is afraid of love.
Perhaps, not becoming,
We are.
Guarding ourselves no longer seems
like an Herculean task,
In fact, we excelled in the field so
much
That the walls now vouch for comfort
and familiarity.
We are a generation that is afraid of
innocent trespassers.
The magnetic pull of solitude is
strong,
It has always been enchanting,
For it has no one barring our
Lacanian self,
But the realisation of the self is
unnerving,
And we've naively tried to break the
immortal mirror a thousand times.
We are a generation that doesn't want
to know itself.
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