Generation X

So young,

Racing forward

With heads held high.

Hopeful ideas,

Dreams.

Solutions.

No one listen.

Innocence striped away

By those that a filled with ignorance.

They’re not to have a voice.

Their turn has come

But there still to young to change anything.

Or so they say.

Save the world

But don’t bother me.

That’s their order

But not their predecessors peel.

Colors fade to gray.

Good-bye Gaia.

I’ll miss you tera aqua ventus.

ado

By thomas Gladwell