i crave to go back to when
what we did mattered so much
to when we were the chosen ones
we were guided and well loved

we had such a small window
to change the world and succeed
enlisted to an impossible battle
where time would rob us of belief

those that come after us
coming into the spotlight bleary eyed and sweet
greeted by the guiding voices
of people we used to know, but never meet

what becomes of me?
when the world stops listening?