we are at an age
where the future stretches
Boundless.
Infinite.
possibilities
limitless Possibilities
our wants and desires and the endless yearning consuming us like hunger from the inside, clawing and screaming and roaring I need more, more, more
we think of our futures
giggling on the bus
daydreaming in class
As we plait each other’s hair and fantasise about
a Thousand and One destinies, fanning out like all the combinations of a deck of cards.
I am young.
I am free.
we are the embodiments of potential energy
a ball hovering in the air right before the drop
the moment of silence before the supernova.
there is so much we can be.
but we cannot be everything,
and the halt only lasts so long.
soon, we will tip over the precipice
fall into our lives, into our places
and the possibilities will decline
as we are catapulted faster
and faster into a life some of us didn’t even choose
the germans call it
‘gate-closing panic’
‘last minute panic’
life’s opportunities diminish as one ages
Shrinks
we are the children of the Dreamers
the people who told us ‘you can do anything’
But we heard
‘you have to do
Everything.’
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