My flesh is suffocating
Smothering my soul
I can feel my bones
Hollow and heavy
My arms;
Fingers;
Legs;
Toes;
Neck;
Skull

I am trapped
Stuck inside a suit
Designed of organic materials
Meat and flesh
Designed to rot away one day

My flesh moves
As if with a mind of its own
As I sit, trapped behind my ribcage
As if my own personal jail

I see
I hear
I speak
Yet i cannot

I am here
But gone
I long for home
As I lay in my bed

A feeling of emptiness
As if floating in space
Drifting through the world
I cannot understand

My soul
My spirit
Gasping for air
Grasping for a tether
Hoping to the gods above
Please don't let this be my demise

My flesh is suffocating
Smothering my soul
I can feel my bones
Hollow and heavy

The Sleeping Giant awakens
Peeling open his eyes for the first time in a couple megaannum
Mother Nature embraced him the
moment he laid to rest
But she calls out to him now
For Mother Nature was withering away

The Sleeping Giant lifts a hand
Shaking away the dust and dirt
Careful not to disturb the plant life
growing there
He slowly moves
As if his joints were cemented together

Carefully he stands
Moving Mother Nature's blanket
Setting it softley on the cold ground
For she calls to him, and he must answer

He stands, towering as tall as a mountain
Stronger than graphene
Mere mortals had written stories about the Sleeping Giant
But they were forgotten a few millennias ago

The Sleeping Giant did not forget
He had laid to rest in Mother Nature's
embrace
Hoping the mortals would remeber him
But time had passed, and they had
forgotten

Time is a mortal construct and therfore does not apply to the Gods
The Sleeping Giant only rested a short
while
But generations upon generations of
mortals lived and died during his
slumber
And Mother Nature's pleas for help
awoke the sleeping beast

He stood atop Everest
And wept at the sight before him
For the mortals had broken their promise

Mother Nature was dying which was why she cried out
For mortals created machines
And destroyed more than saved
And the Sleeping Giant was awoken to
protect his beloved Mother Nature

19 years old
Not quite old enough to drink
Not quite old enough to rent a car
But I'm old enough to choose my president
I'm old enough to decide the career I want for the rest of my life

I'm forced into a situation
Of choosing my path
Of finding who I am
Of knowing who I want to be

I can't even decide what I want to wear in the morning
I can't decide what I want to eat for breakfast, lunch, dinner
How do you expect me to know, what I want to do 50 years from now?

Technology continuously grows
Changing the times
Which leads to change in the economy, in the communication, in the culture

What happens if I chose a career
Then it has been phased out
I'm in debt
I'm empty
I'm lost

I'll be 30 years old
But 19 again

So many options
So many careers
So many
So many
So many

So many options and I'm drowning
How do I chose?
How do I decide at 19 years old?
How do I decide?

And how dare you?
How dare you force me to know?
How dare you force me to decide?
You call me a 'millennial'
You claim my generation is the cause of your economic downfall
You claim my generation is the cause of so much change

Have you considered,
We have watched what you do?
We have learned from your mistakes?
We have learned
And we refuse to go down the same path

I am 19 years old
I don't know who I will marry
I don't know where I'll be in 1, 5, or 10 years
I do not know

And I believe that's okay