Alike we are; but are we the same?

Happiness we have for the colorful light in fame.

Boredom within; resulting from all shame.

Raised different but introduced to this similar game.

Feeling selfishness of this controllable vain.

Strategy searches to calm this ongoing pain.

Change is not a big deal; at least that’s what we claim.

History of others looking to be of blame.

No pleasing answer for the questions, leaving only a stain.

Why is the ancestry afraid that it’s a new generation? A new name?

Society! A denial in past, present and future which shall remain.