Upon my conception into this world I was a blank slate Filled with too much envy to explore Because the generation before Didn’t bother to explain to me The rules I would need In order to make sense of the journey I was to endure The lessons they obtained Locked behind the same layer of disdain I first felt upon my entrance to this new place And so bit by bit It was up to me To obtain the same lessons Already graced by others in my same place And so to this day I still swear Every generation starts off as a blank slate