The old men addressed them.
Gentle, sympathetic,
Speaking with an openness that manifested enigma within the modern youth.
Empty nostalgia crept in, a rarefied inertia.
Nobility!
A childhood folklore.
Carrying blades in our hearts,
Indifference in our nature.
We scavenged for clarity,
Pumping every drop into our heads.
Coming to a consensus of fragility,
Falsified freedom,
And below all, failure.
Admirable without measure?
Futile.
We erected monuments to acquisitiveness and flesh,
Our feats will echo for eternity.
And qualities are forgotten,
And quantities are recorded,
And the next generation learns a little quicker:
Ration your emotions and let existence exhaust you.