Today's youth is tomorrow's wisdom
so we wash away the work of a troubled yesterday,
frantic jubilation as we flood the street.
Long-dead
General stares blindly at us;
nameless but remembered nevertheless.
His marble coat wrapped around him
will disintegrate when I smile.
Dwarfed by history
but still we grow,
we will rise higher than
these monstrous buildings.
And then we simply sit,
watch the world around us;
awaiting the day when
our new world dissolves away.
Author notes
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