Walking contradictions who never stop
We personify the intangible
The neglected
The clouted
We, the generation who never fails to contradict
The contraceptives that never fail
We, who never fail to contradict
We, who state serious matters only to follow with a simple “jk” to avoid confrontation
We, who never fail to point out that we should never judge, yet rule the verdict before the jury decides
We, who passionately try to abolish the idea of time but still revolve around the same 1440 combination of numbers every day
We, who glorify self-love like a trophy, but only a plastic one for participation that our parents demanded before we knew the idea of losing
We, who fill books with hedonist prose but never fill ourselves with our own talents
We, who revolt against the idea of conformity but never take it upon ourselves to shift the paradigm
We, who hate the idea of being bourgeois but never try to lead a life not created before us
We, who write poetry about our problems but never address the problem head on, instead cowering behind couches in our moms living room worth more than all of my belongings combined
We, who always try but never hard enough, somehow only failing ourselves
We, who try new things like wiser figures suggest, only to face ridicule from god at the gates
We, who reject western religions but put ourselves on pedestals above god's reach, only then finding our true place
We, who prosper in arts, but only deem our own worth to be lower than the platforms we were given
We, who write until we bleed, only to give payments in the form of apple pay instead of our own original thoughts
We, who browse twitter and shamelessly steal ideas to put on our own profile, only to remember that none of us are original
We, who always forget our self-worth before selling out, where my only demand is “show me the money”
We, who transfigure cash incentive for one-minute experiences soon to be forgotten
We, who glorify the now, but only if the moment can live on my snapchat story a little longer than the 24 hour expiration date the internet gave it
But on the internet, everything lasts forever
In this generation, we will never die
Carbon footprints taking mile long strides from ever western coast
we were never the best coast
I can only prove my existence through mainstream and underground media standards and followers
The subliminal “@me next time” spoken in a room where only physical and verbal vibrations exist
Where the twitterverse blends in the universe like a too-faced palette
Being a gemini was never more ironic
The stars are only translated on tweets and I always read your horoscope as well
I never realized how similar we could be when we fulfill our own prophesies
I guess that’s what happens when we replace god
I am becoming god
We are becoming god
Only to be faced with the contradictions of another 2000 years