I sit back and I ask;

where are we?

What are we?

Where are we going?

What do we want?

I can’t answer all these.

For every time I sit, I see a world filled with deceptive creatures,

I see a painted world where everyone’s hiding behind a facade,

I see a sinking generation, a generation which has lost all its roots,

I see a generation with misplaced priorities.

Then I cry,

Oh I cry,

I cry for the ones who want to be singled out yet still get caught,

I cry for the ones who race endlessly to belong, yet amount to nothing,

I cry for the breathless to come, for they shall meet a mess,

I cry for their identity which is already lost,

I bitterly dread their future, for things deteriorate by the day.

All hope is lost for no one is true.

Man forgets that he must be true to himself, to be true to others.

Deception has eaten deep into our generation like a worm.