As a child I remember thinking, the year 2000 would never come
Watching news with grandpa, seeing wars, hatred, assassinations
The world changed in less than one blink, not seeing the oblivion
I sat with Grandpa, in a wild world, and I was trapped in a cage
Inside generations of believing in the more enlightened futures
I thought I'd die before the millennia turned, before adulthood
Because I was a person, my miserable being could not change
I'd thought, honestly, my being was worthless or overladen
I was now in a world, amidst of the turning tides, untamed
I'd been powerless and worthless, I was the victim of rage
If I had survived, what had been the point of my being?
How could I unlearn my reactions? Of being awakened
The lifetime of being broken has left stains as I linger
In the aftermath I couldn't hope, after being hopeless
All I could do is try, not planning to succeed, and not
If success was even possible for someone like me
