The sad stories
You were all writing
With hasty decisions
And washed out lighting
Misguided transitions
From bright beginnings
Diving down dark rabbit holes
It seems so fitting
No U-turns on this one way street
Your failures famed
Your successes discreet
Your path a mirage
With illusory simplicity
Veils the difficult demons
Prepared with hurtful intentions
You were once
But no longer
The story you never knew you were writing
With ink in years
Turned out ever so frightening
With misunderstood fears
Distracting from the rest
It all ends in tears
Subtracting from the best
At zero you appear
Ending in a mess
Like fading shadows
Cast by dismantled structures
Yesterday's youth
No shine
Lackluster
Looking at their tales of woe
And bibles of regret
Notice small things strewn about the pages
Is there Happiness to detect?
Impossibilities
Thrown away
Smiles are beaming
On the old and gray
Content souls
Birthed from pain and suffering
Questionable emotions
Confusion and compulsions
What is going on?
Your sad tales should make you weep
Not bring you close to home
We now write
Our first chapters
Today's youth
These early pages filled with laughter
Best to leave the old
To their own devices
Their tragedies not our problem
Age is not our vices
Our tales will not be sad
Or marked with any pain
Our futures are bright
We are not the same
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