We're the unsteady beach goers,
And go-with-the-no flow-ers,
Reap what you know sowers,
Get high and hit low blowers,
Between the generations,
See every new sensation,
Grow from this ground but
Still we claim no relation
We're blocked by anxiety
Try to find our creativity,
We say we reach for the sky
When we really want to die,
I'm running out of patience
Waiting for the tide
To turn to the time
When we learn that we lied
When we said "I'm alright",
Inside we're all putting up a fight,
A bloody civil war
Where we don't want to pick a side
I swear they'll keep trying to put me in a box
Till our dying day knocks
Trying to keep the institution
From stumping the mind's evolution,
We're all shouting "revolution"
But we can't find any solution
Stopped saying we're against The Man
Because we give each one a name,
Give this one the throne then pass the blame
When really they're all the same,
We're all trying in between
Stuck in the twilight zone,
Between these generations
You really start to feel alone.
But I'm not the only one
Who can't get any rest,
Feeling insecure
And put myself to the test,
Feeling I should be better but
Dear Stranger
I know you're
Doing your best.
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