Generation Z

We don't have the time, 

To dream about our future life.

We are the sleeping pilot of our own flight.

We don't need other's hate,

We are the victims of our own rage.

We are the children of generation z.

Do you mind if I take your little time;

To whine about our ordinary lives.

According to the trends we see on our own cells.

We dream of becoming the king,

But inside we are running from bustling things.

We are confused of what we really want to be.

Society wants us to be,

The perfect replica of automated machines.

We struggle in their fake perfect realities.

We are the children of generation z.

We are our own worst enemies.

We like to get high on coke, ket and lsds.

We shut ourselves from whom who really care,

Who would die than watch us suffer,

To visit our delusive land of fantasies.

Our books are filled with climate change.

The mistakes that our previous generation made.

Mothers protect your child,

Lock him far-far away.

There are even more rats in the 4×4 space.

Are we more selfish, vengeful, full of hate?

We don't know any of it.

We are more obsessed with our gaining weight.

Ashamed how we look,

We are the basket case.

We are the children of generation z.

We just need to slow down and figure out 

What we need.

One day we will be wise enough

To hold the key.

We are the children of generation z

They think we are the crazy beings.

But someday we will put this world out of its miseries.

We are the children of generation z.

Someday we will bring joy around

Wiped the darkness with our shine.

Why?

You ask the question generation Y.

The answer is simple and polite.

This is our destiny.

This is what we are meant to be.

This is our destiny.

This is what we are meant to be.