I was listening to Eddie Vedder singing "patriot" and it reminded me that the world that surrounds me wants us all, weak and wise creatures to surrender. I thought about it and it turned into dark and dirty water under these bridges I've crossed. It's no longer a good thing to keep...
Letter to the guilty ones.
I'm tired of people saying that it's all my fault.
The way the bombs explode.
The way tide gets high.
The way cash flows.
The way we can't see stars shining bright in the sky...
I know I can't speak my mind when I say I really didn't ask for it. Or did I? In another life? Another game i forgot I participated, or in a play that I acted as the killer released from all shame.
I'm tired of being judged, of feeling guilty. I'm tired of being told whatever I'm supposed to feel, to see or to be like. I know no one's trying to just be friends with me.
I'm sick and tired, like Lennon once was. I'm young but when I look back all I see is me spending years trying to clean my own self from every generation's dirt stuck beneath my nails. I'm young and so tired. I might get retired anytime soon.
I'm sick of knowing where I stand on earth.
I'm sick to hear I'm the one supposed to heal the earth.
I'm wondering what the fuck happened to every detail detached from everybody else's system. I'm curious to understand where everybody else was left and where they hang in this mysterious fourth dimension of responsibility world.
Did you hear me?
I'm tired of holding the responsibility, keeping it well fed and nurtured.
This responsibility is no longer my business, it's ours.
If I wake up and feel alone as you make me feel, I'll throw things back at you. I'm not the one supposed to actually be moved. I'm the one that moves. This weight can't be my own, it's ours. My generation ain't the same that liked to throw parties to well-raised candidates. My generation is not the one that digs balls on soldiers graves. My generation will not be quiet as your once was. My generation can't wear wig and mustache to pretend they don't care and that others must. My generation has been fed with no hopes, no dreams, no love just sins. We're light and gay, enjoying life as it comes and pretending we're just as dumb as you make us feel. You. You, my friend, my generation lieutenant. My buddy on the shelves, my high priest, my pope, my all mighty merciful angel.
Be prepared for all the guilt that was left has now burned and turned into dust.
If that's the end of us all, how come your weight is so much lighter than my own?
